Obedient as a bundle, parked in your careful shawls, you will not fall into the exertions of the earth under you, having spilled, on your way to becoming, your skill in Being. Sunlight excessively illumines your deep eyelids domed awnings over the somnolent reluctance of your sight- inverted cups of mortal ivory, almost emptied. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER TREES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS APOLLO by THOMAS HOLLEY CHIVERS THE IVY GREEN by CHARLES DICKENS A DIALOGUE BETWEEN TWO SHEPHERDS IN PRAISE OF ASTRAEA by MARY SIDNEY HERBERT THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE RIVAL CELESTIAL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |