The poem starts with a painted picture of grass and treats it as a kind of revelation: the grass sways aside and shows secrets. From there the speaker moves through images of poppies, fields and oceans of blue on gold, and each one is tied to pain. The poppies are "bittersweet red and black" and seem to have "drunk the sorrow." The fields grow from "crushed, decaying, pitiful lives." Beauty, the poem suggests, is built out of suffering.
The speaker sounds tender and hopeful rather than bitter. The "truths" are described as rushing to help people caught in "betraying winds and cold," as if comfort arrives when it is most needed. The closing lines state the idea plainly: there is a "glistening truth in all sadness / for all those who need."
The mood is quiet, reflective and consoling. It acknowledges grief and decay, but it keeps looking for the light inside them, like a painter turning hardship into something worth seeing.