If Life is dust, is not dust Life? We're walking on the backs of living things; On things that live we sleep. I kick a stone that -- were its life released -- Could in its fury leap Into my face and be a frantic beast. What things lie sleeping all around, That may awake at last And, joining in our mortal strife, Defend their rights as living dust! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AGAINST INDIFFERENCE by CHARLES WEBBE THE BASE OF ALL METAPHYSICS by WALT WHITMAN THE NUANCES OF MENDACITY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: MURDERER'S HAUNTED COUCH by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE IMPROVISATORE: LEOPOLD by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |