I WROTE a poem on the mist And a woman asked me what I meant by it. I had thought till then only of the beauty of the mist, how pearl and gray of it mix and reel, And change the drab shanties with lighted lamps at evening into points of mystery quivering with color. I answered: The whole world was mist once long ago and some day it will all go back to mist, Our skulls and lungs are more water than bone and tissue And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers Go running back to dust and mist. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL by JOHN DRYDEN TO MY MOTHER SLEEPING by MARY RUSSELL MITFORD HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS: TROY by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS THE PHOENIX REBORN FROM ITS ASHES by LOUIS ARAGON HEAUTONTIMOROUMENOS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |