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The Miracle

Though I was dwelling in a prison house, 
My soul was wandering by the carefree stream
Through fields of green with gold eyed daisies strewn, 
And daffodils and sunflower cavaliers. 
And near me played a little browneyed child, 
A winsome creature God alone conceived, 
“Oh, little friend,” I begged. “Give me a flower
That I might bear it to my lonely cell.” 
He plucked a dandelion, an ugly bloom, 
But tenderly he placed it in my hand, 
And in his eyes I saw the sign of love. 
‘Twas then the dandelion became a rose. 

Credit


This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on April 4, 2020 by the Academy of American Poets. 

About this Poem


“The Miracle” originally appeared in Songs of the Soil (Trachtenberg Co., 1916).

Author


Fenton Johnson

Fenton Johnson was born in Chicago, Illinois, in 1888. He was a forerunner of the Harlem Renaissance writers and self-published three poetry collections: A Little Dreaming (The Peterson Linotyping Co., 1913), Visions of the Dusk (Trachtenberg Co., 1915), and Songs of the Soil (Trachtenberg Company, 1916). He died in 1958.

Date Published: 1916-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/miracle-0