We're extremely fortunate not to know precisely the kind of world we live in. One would have to live a long, long time, unquestionably longer than the world itself. Get to know other worlds if only for comparison. Rise above the flesh, which only really knows how to obstruct and make trouble. For the sake of research, the big picture and definitive conclusions, one would have to transcend time, in which everything scurries and whirls. From that perspective, one might as well bid farewell to incidents and details. The counting of weekdays would inevitably seem to be a senseless activity; dropping letters in the mailbox a whim of foolish youth; the sign "No Walking on the Grass" a symptom of lunacy | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUPERSEDED by THOMAS HARDY SYMPATHY by HENRY DAVID THOREAU BATUSCHKA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SHIPS AT SUNSET by STANLEY E. BABB THE SUN IS DOWN by JOANNA BAILLIE TO HIS LATE MAJESTY, CONCERNING..TRUE FORM OF ENGLISH POETRY by JOHN BEAUMONT THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: ZOHEYR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |