AH, HAD I the wings now, Wings of the mounting condor to clear the clouds, Clear the heavy clouds and soar to the day-dying sun, To the sun, beyond these streets, To the sun, beyond this lash of the winter rains... But the day lags, binding me: The day lags and my pent-up heart beats at its bars, At its prison-bars beats, captive and dark. Ah, had I the fire now, had I the joy now, had I the wings now To clear the clouds of my rain-swept soul, And soar in the heavens, sun-bathed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 2. HER HANDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH 23RD STREET RUNS INTO HEAVEN by KENNETH PATCHEN THE TRAMPS by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE SILEX SCINTIALLANS: THEY ARE ALL GONE by HENRY VAUGHAN GRAND IS THE SEEN by WALT WHITMAN THE GREAT FIGURE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE SUMMONS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |