Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FOOTFALLS, by HAZEL HALL Poet's Biography First Line: Life, be my pillow Last Line: Seen . . . Subject(s): Life | ||||||||
I Life, be my pillow. Forget, forget, forget If I once asked for wandering With never a thought of cold or wet. Forget, forget, forget, forget If I once asked for roads that fled Before resisting tread. Be nothing for my feet, life; Be something under my head . . . II Motion, motion; Life is meaningless Save in its motion. I will move, blind; I will feel nothingness, So that, itinerant, I may unwind Meanings coiled in my feet. And though there be Only the meaning of futility, Yet, moving, I shall find All that is ever found: Motion, and echoed motion, Sound . . . III The tip of a fir, And it is colored green, Over a shiny roof is seen. And who needs more, even if there were Something more than the tip of a fir? And who would think, even if they could, Of roots and trunks that have stood, have stood Through -- but who would care how many springs -- Even if there were such things? The feathery green Tip of a fir Is seen, Seen . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRIVILEGE OF BEING by ROBERT HASS SEAWATER STIFFENS CLOTH by JANE HIRSHFIELD SAYING YES TO LIVING by DAVID IGNATOW THE WORLD IS SO DIFFICULT TO GIVE UP by DAVID IGNATOW |
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