I am falling through the branches of a tree, Slipping through leaves That strike the back of my hands, My wristsmy arms. I shall grasp nothing. But it is not unpleasant to know There is no ground To break my bones. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE, PARAPHRASED: THE CUP by ANACREON MY AIN WIFE by ALEXANDER LAING THE CITY OF DREADFUL NIGHT: 21 by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) THE LOVER AND THE BIRDS by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM CAVE TALK by JOSEPH WARREN BEACH PSALM 51 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |