My Father, it is surely a blue place, And Straight. Right. Regular. Where I shall find No need for scholarly nonchalance or looks A little to the left or guards upon the Heart to halt love that runs without crookedness Along its crooked corridors. My Father, It is a planned place surely. Out of coils, Unscrewed, released, no more to be marvelous, I shall walk straightly through most proper halls Proper myself, princess of properness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN SAN MARCO, VENEZIA by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS MY PRETTY ROSE TREE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A CHARACTER by ALFRED TENNYSON THE DYING SWAN by ALFRED TENNYSON MY LOYAL LOVE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE CHURCH OF BROU by MATTHEW ARNOLD |