We are one another's floe. Each displaces the weight of his own need. I am fat as a bloodhound, hold me up. I won't hurt you. Though I bay, I would swim with you on my back until the cold seeped into my heart. We are committed, we are going across this river willy-nilly. No one, black or white, is free in Kentucky, old gravity owns everybody. We're weighty. I contemplate this unfavorable aspect of things. Where is something solid? Only you and me. Has anyone ever been to Ohio? Do the people there stand firmly on icebergs? Here all we have is love, a great undulating raft, melting steadily. We go out on it anyhow. I love you, I love this fool's walk. The thing we have to learn is how to walk light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE STREETS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A CHRISTMAS HYMN (OLD STYLE: 1837) by ALFRED DOMETT A TOWN WINDOW by JOHN DRINKWATER WINTRY WEATHER by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) A WAYFARING SONG by HENRY VAN DYKE CHICAGO [OCTOBER 8-10, 1871] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |