You, neighbor God, if sometimes in the night I rouse you with loud knocks, I seek you only because I know you are alone and lonely, because your scarce heard breathing seems so slight. And should you need a drink, there's none to hear— your groping finds no cup—the long hours darken. Give but a little sign. Be sure I hearken always. I am so near. Between us stands a wall so mere, so fine, so casual, that it might take simply a call from your lips or from mine— and it would break all noiselessly away. Your images between us stand like clay. And every image hides you like a name. And if the light in me is made to burn, whereby my depths your instant self discern, the brilliance spends itself upon their frame. And then my senses, that so soon grow lame, apart from you are exiles, hopeless of return. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE HOME STRETCH by ROBERT FROST THE MORAL FABLES: THE FOX, THE WOLF, AND THE CADGER by AESOP HASSAN'S MUSIC by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ISAIAH: FIFTY-SECOND CHAPTER by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A SISTER OF SORROW: 3. WEDDING-EVE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 27 by THOMAS CAMPION MOON MADNESS (IN THE PSEUDO-CHINESE STYLE OF THE MODERNISTIC SCHOOL) by ROBERT WOOD CLACK |