Far star that tickles for me my sensitive plate And fries a couple of ebon atoms white, I don't believe I believe a thing you state. I put no faith in the seeming facts of light. I don't believe I believe you're the last in space, I don't believe you're anywhere near the last, I don't believe what makes you red in the face Is after explosion going away so fast. The universe may or may not be very immense. As a matter of fact there are times when I am apt To feel it close in tight against my sense Like a caul in which I was born and still am wrapped. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISAPPOINTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AN ODE UPON A QUESTION WHETHER LOVE SHOULD CONTINUE FOREVER by EDWARD HERBERT MILTON'S PRAYER [OF PATIENCE, OR, IN BLINDNESS] by ELIZABETH LLOYD HOWELL THE LADDER OF SAINT AUGUSTINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ARNOLD [VON] WINKELRIED by JAMES MONTGOMERY |