WHY am I restless? Why do I feel I cannot wait here ten minutes? From what am I fleeing? I think I am trying to run from myself: For the moment I sit still my mind propounds questions, And presents problems... What of it? Let it ask its fiercest question: I will listen patiently. Let it speak its worst: I can endure it. Really, I have been fleeing from God: For as soon as I bide with myself, I find that I am biding with Nature: I am at peace with Earth and the Night and the people around me: For all life is one: And the nearest jet of it is right here in this body of mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ANTHEA [WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING] by ROBERT HERRICK IN IMITATION OF HORACE by APHRA BEHN THE AUTHOR'S LAST WORDS TO HIS STUDENTS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A CHAUNT IN PRAISE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LIFE'S PATTERN by VERDA BORISFIELD THEMISTA'S REPROOF by RICHARD BRATHWAITE |