Like Barley Bending by Sarah Teasdale

Like Barley Bending
by Sarah Teasdale


Like barley bending
In low fields by the sea,
Singing in hard wind
Ceaselessly;

Like barley bending
And rising again,
So would I, unbroken,
Rise from pain;

So would I softly,
Day long, night long,
Change my sorrow
Into song. 


Visually I love the site of barley bending in the breeze. A link to read more is here. http://www.poemhunter.com/sarah-teasdale/