He is no fugitive- escaped, escaping. No one has seen him stumble looking back. His fear is not behind him but beside him On either hand to make his course perhaps A crooked straightness yet no less a straightness. He runs face forward. He is a pursuer. He is a seeker who in his turn seeks Another still, lost far into the distance. Any who seek him seek in him the seeker. His life is a pursuit of a pursuit forever. It is the future that creates his present. All is an interminable chain of longing | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A HYMN TO CONTENTMENT by THOMAS PARNELL TO THE ONE OF FICTIVE MUSIC by WALLACE STEVENS KNOWLEDGE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU WHEN HE EMERGED by MARGARET AHO ISN'T IT TRUE! by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON POEM FOR PICTURE: TO A DRAWING OF A HORSE BY GEORGIO DI CHIRICO by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. |