"I have a pair of new shoes. They are nice. They have low heels." So her letter says, and the brief words bruise My soul and break deep seals. It is strange! I have talked with her Of the wistful tears of things; Of the earth and the gods and the thoughts that stir The soul, as a wave-tossed voyager Is stirred by the touch of wings. But nothing of all I said Of the gods and the fatal sky, And the magical stars that over each head Go heavy with destiny, Had half such power to bruise; Or break such world-deep seals, As, "I have a pair of new shoes. They are nice. They have low heels." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CRADLE SONG by PADRAIC COLUM AT CANDLE-LIGHTIN' TIME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR W'EN I GITS HOME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE HOMECOMING by THOMAS HARDY EPIGRAM: 14. TO WILLIAM CAMDEN by BEN JONSON THE NEW YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON |