It comes about that the drifting of these curtains It comes about that the drifting of these curtains Is full of long motions; as the ponderous Is full of long motions; as the ponderous Deflations of distance; or as clouds Deflations of distance; or as clouds Inseparable from their afternoons; Inseparable from their afternoons; Or the changing of light, the dropping Or the changing of light, the dropping Of the silence, wide sleep and solitude Of the silence, wide sleep and solitude Of night, in which all motion Is beyond us, as the firmament, Up-rising and down-falling, bares The last largeness, bold to see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KATHMANDU GUEST HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON I LOOK IN MY HEART by SARA TEASDALE A COMPARISON [ADDRESSED] TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM COWPER THE IRISH RAPPAREES; A PEASANT BALLAD OF 1691 by CHARLES GAVAN DUFFY SONG FOR JULY 12TH, 1843 by JOHN DE JEAN FRAZER THE HILL WIFE: LONELINESS by ROBERT FROST |