A theory if you hold it hard enough And long enough gets rated as a creed: Such as that flesh is something we can slough So that the mind can be entirely freed. Then when the arms and legs have atrophied, And brain is all that's left of mortal stuff, We can lie on the beach with the seaweed And take our daily tide baths smooth and rough. There once we lay as blobs of jellyfish At evolution's opposite extreme. But now as blobs of brain we'll lie and dream, With only one vestigial creature wish: Oh, may the tide be soon enough at high To keep our abstract verse from being dry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOSTON COMMON: 1774 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE VAMPIRE by RUDYARD KIPLING IDYLLS OF THE KING: GERAINT AND ENID by ALFRED TENNYSON TO A THESAURUS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE NUANCES OF MENDACITY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SARGENT'S PORTRAIT OF EDWIN BOOTH AT THE PLAYERS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH CARMEN SYLVA by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |