This is in the nature of a prelude to the entire group of poems. WANTING is -- what? Summer redundant, Blueness abundant, -- Where is the blot? Beamy the world, yet a blank all the same, -- Framework which waits for a picture to frame: What of the leafage, what of the flower? Roses embowering with naught they embower! Come then, complete incompletion, O comer, Pant through the blueness, perfect the summer! Breathe but one breath Rose-beauty above, And all that was death Grows life, grows love, Grows love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BE TRUE [THYSELF] by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR THE COMPLAINT OF CHAUCER TO HIS EMPTY PURSE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER BETWEEN THE LINES by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE TWINS by HENRY SAMBROOKE LEIGH THE LABORS OF HERCULES by MARIANNE MOORE PRAYER OF THE LOST by ALETHEA TODD ALDERSON BALLADE OF THE FOREST HAUNTERS by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE |