Man I shall beget tomorrow Where is he? Life be a load, the load a sorrow, Better not to be. Man I shall beget tomorrow Non-existent -- where is he? He is spread in fields of wheat, Low in grass that cows shall eat. There are fragments of himself High upon some warehouse shelf. Any atom he may be Any atom may he be. She the focus will control, The new body; but the Soul? That is free. The husk is made of any meat, Any grass or any wheat. But man has personality, He alone is he; The man is, I get tomorrow, Whole in destiny. Can I then be free? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERSES TO MR. C by ALEXANDER POPE SCORN NOT THE LEAST by ROBERT SOUTHWELL THE HUSKERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SATISFIED by HESTER A. BENEDICT THE GATES OF PARADISE; FOR CHILDREN by WILLIAM BLAKE THE TWO DREAMS by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. FROM TURIN TO PARIS by EDWARD CARPENTER |