Sometimes I think that you were born mature; That every experience must find In you its mirror and its mate, designed For fertile union: you are firm, secure Within your acre. The ephemeral lure Of adolescence never led you blind, Or stuffed its moon lit lyrics in your mind: And you have grown with growth that will endure. But I came from the wind's womb and I go, Much like my mother, unsubstantially. I furbish stars or brush the muddy pools Or hold light daliance with the apple tree. It is ordained that I shall never grow, But only be the happiest of fools. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACE AND STRUCTURE: BONAVENTURE HOTEL, LOS ANGELES by KAREN SWENSON HOHENLINDEN by THOMAS CAMPBELL EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS [OR VILLERS] (2) by THOMAS CAREW THE LIVING TEMPLE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE ROSE (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |