MY LIFE does not belong to me: Neither does it belong to any other person. Otherwise this chatter and comfort would be sufficient: This ingrowing family life would be gracious and excellent: This ease of the rut would suit for a lifetime. But no: Earth and the heavens are in growth: and the sap is climbing through me: I must go the way of the skies: I must feel the star-tendencies and give myself to them: My life belongs to creation, as a hand belongs to a body. If then, my day's work done, Time is allowed for gossip and the choke of families, Gladly will I take my ease, and smoke, and talk: But I shall not forget the business of the stars just above the roof of the room. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 30 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE LA VILLE DU DETROIT by LEVI BISHOP TO SIR THOS. BARLOW, P.R.C.P. by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES TRACKING THE NIGHT CREATURE by SCOTT CHISHOLM OUT OF THE SHADOWS: AN UNFINISHED SONNET-SEQUENCE 13 by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. TO ONE OUTSIDE by ALICE BOOTH DAY |