Your claims to immortality were two. The one you made, the other one you grew. Sorry to have no name for you but You. We never knew exactly where to look, But found one in the delta of a brook, One in a cavern where you used to cook. Coming on such an ancient human trace Seems as expressive of the human race As meeting someone living, face to face. We date you by your depth in silt and dust Your probable brute nature is discussed. At which point we are totally nonplused. You made the eolith, you grew the bone, The second the more peculiarly your own, And likely to have been enough alone. You make me ask if I would go to time Would I gain anything by using rhyme? Or aren't the bones enough I live to lime? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RHAPSODY by MARTIN DONISTHORPE ARMSTRONG ARIZONA SUMMER by ELEANOR BALDWIN BALLDE DES PENDUS by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE THREE PASTORAL ELEGIES: 3 by WILLIAM BASSE ROBIN'S SECRET by KATHARINE LEE BATES TO MY TOTEM by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING |