For a mud ball dropped in water big plans make no sense for a fragile dreamlike body a hundred years are rare unable to ponder deeply and claiming they're immortal people steal a ton of gold then leave it all behind | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PISCATAQUA RIVER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DE PROFUNDIS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE BLUEBIRD by EMILY DICKINSON THE CAGED SKYLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE CARELESS GALLANT by THOMAS JORDAN RAIN ON THE ROOF (1) by COATES KINNEY POMONA by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THOREAU'S FLUTE by LOUISA MAY ALCOTT LINES TO ROBERT ALDERSON UPON HIS DEPARTURE FROM WARRINGTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |