I am here. Am I in the councils of the government? I ask because I do not hear my name spoken as I sit at my desk. I do not hear myself being called or discussed. Looking up from my window, I think the sky is as detached as I am from my life and perhaps for the same reason. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL THE STARLING; SONNET by AMY LOWELL TO TWO UNKNOWN LADIES by AMY LOWELL TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 2 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH GOD AND MY COUNTRY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |