THE wind blew words along the skies, And these it blew to me Through the wide dusk: 'Lift up your eyes, Behold this troubled tree, Complaining as it sways and plies; It is a limb of thee. 'Yea, too, the creatures sheltering round - Dumb figures, wild and tame, Yea, too, thy fellows who abound - Either of speech the same Or far and strange - black, dwarfed, and browned, They are stuff of thy own frame.' I moved on in a surging awe Of inarticulateness At the pathetic Me I saw In all his huge distress, Making self-slaughter of the law To kill, break, or suppress. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEPARTURE IN THE DARK by CECIL DAY LEWIS TO TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WALKING HOME AT NIGHT; HUSBAND TO WIFE by WILLIAM BARNES ALFARABI; THE WORLD-MAKER. A RHAPSODICAL FRAGMENT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE HORSE THIEF by WILLIAM ROSE BENET GLENDEN'S DREAM by EMILY JANE BRONTE |