I have seen ticketed and labelled The proud work of death. I have pressed my eye To the sharp lens Of the microscope And watched his progress; I believe in him, His dainty industry, His infallible conclusions. Why then, should I not lose you, Believe in your dissolution, As the mind teaches? And indeed I do. For long ago, under various invisible compulsions, With the thin despair Of mechanical conviction, I gave you up. But do not doubt me, Oh, do not doubt me. Discount my mind; I am not in it. Neither its intentions, Nor the brute will Can force my deep resistance. For I—I whom you knew, Am trailing you, With my baffled human senses, With the worn out engine of the flesh, With my breath (That fuel you have forsworn), With my being, I am seeking you who have ceased to be. Do not forget me, The archaic warrior, Contending for you, Dragging my heavy armor Where you are not— Look, look and see How I cross my stupid sword With angels for you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG BY THE WINDOW BEFORE BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS [OR VILLERS] (2) by THOMAS CAREW SWEET MEETING OF DESIRES by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE LET ME FORGET by OMA CARLYLE ANDERSON WHITHER? by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |