The blanket, its weight, while we were growing. Or the eyes, which yesterday were blind, today yours, yesterday the indivisible. The vials, the laughter in white becomes the only world without symbol. Matter that was only matter, nothing that was only matter. Watch, don't watch, poetry, cobalt, father, nothing, poplars. Used by permission of Story Line Press. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRIDGE: PROEM. TO BROOKLYN BRIDGE by HAROLD HART CRANE THE CHOIR INVISIBLE by MARY ANN EVANS THE COMET by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES A LETTER, ON HIS DEPARTURE FORM LONDON; TO R.L., ESQ. by JOHN BYROM |