Half-man, half-child, his whole limp body nods: -- More listless he than "Adam" long ago Born of the brush of Michelangelo, For Adam's finger was held out to God's While this boy's langour is impalpable. The world, that won Christ's Life and Death, to him Is like an empty kettle, soot-stained, dim. Skies Galileo watched, for him prove dull. He yawns while men weave threads of dream, soul-spun, Into firm fabrics of reality; -- His mind too sluggish now to feel or see That thence a trek of half-gods has begun. Yet when these go, he'll leap up to receive The gods themselves as Adam leapt to Eve! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 121 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS by ROBERT BURNS CACOETHES SCRIBENDI by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES BY THE PACIFIC OCEAN by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 90. 'RETRO ME, SATHANA!' by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |