Such figures if they succeed are beautiful because for a moment we brighten in a blaze of rhymes and yet they always fail and must fail and give way to other poems in the endless approximations of what we feel Hopeless it is hopeless Only the wheel endures It spins and spins winding the was the is the willbe out of nothing and thus we are Thus on the wheel we touch each to each a part of the great determining reality How much we give to one another Perhaps our art succeeds after all our small song done in the faith of lovers who endlessly change heart for heart as the gift of being Come let us sing against death. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HOUSE by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE FAREWELL by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE COMPLAINS, BEING HIND'RED THE SIGHT OF HIS NYMPH by PHILIP AYRES PROVERBS 31:25-29. THE MOTHER OF THE HOUSE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 113 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE WHITE EAGLE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE HULDRA-WOMAN by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: TERRA INCOGNITA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |