WE, THAT are the very waters of change, Wearied, seek the unchanging: We want a rock under our feet. A rock of God, a rock of institutions, A rock of indissoluble marriage: The absolute. And it does not matter if the rock has a nest of snakes upon it, And is slimy and slippery, betraying our feet... There will we stand, there will we suffer: our Rock! But I -- I will to my own, to the kin of my spirit: I, the waters of change, will give myself to Life, that sea in flux, To the vast variety, to the perilous open, to the stinging salt: Strength must one have to swim: and I shall grow strong with the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: COONEY POTTER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GOING AND STAYING by THOMAS HARDY RESOLUTION AND INDEPENDENCE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BEAUTY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING SONNET FROM JAPAN: 1. THE SPELL by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER STANZAS ON THE CONVERSION OF THE JEWS by BERNARD BARTON THE MIDNIGHT MASS; AN INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION by ADA CAMBRIDGE |