Legs hold a torso away from the earth. And a regular high poem of legs is here. Powers of bone and cord raise a belly and lungs Out of ooze and over the loam where eyes look and ears hear And arms have a chance to hammer and shoot and run motors. You make us proud of our legs, old man. And you left off the head here, The skull found always crumbling neighbor of the ankles. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BENEDICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE COMING AMERICAN by SAM WALTER FOSS STABAT MATER DOLOROSA by JACOPONE DA TODI A DESCRIPTION OF SUCH A ONE AS HE WOULD LOVE by THOMAS WYATT THE MUSICAL CONQUERERS by PHILIP AYRES THE AUTHOR OF 'THE GREAT ILLUSION' by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 89. THE LIMIT OF HUMAN KNOWLEDGE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |