Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DUST, by DOLORES CAIRNS First Line: I said, being humble Last Line: Of this terrible dust? Subject(s): Dust; Humility | ||||||||
I said, being humble, What is there for me to write about? I may not aspire to the high themes Of the great. I said, being very humble, I will write about dust. I went forth and looked at dust. Dust . . . Swirling in endless garlands over a white road in the wind; Settling in deliberate silence on the unused furniture Of an old house; Little heaps of dust under shabby tombstones; Dropping multitudinously upon the earth; Rocks, trees, mountains, animals, people, palaces, nations. Who am I That I should presume to write on the grandeur Of this terrible dust? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HERETIC: 4. HUMILITY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER I THINK CONSTANTLY OF THOSE WHO WERE TRULY GREAT by MICHAEL BLUMENTHAL THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE SHEPHERD BOY'S SONG, FR. THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS by JOHN BUNYAN THE HAPPIEST HEART by JOHN VANCE CHENEY THE RESOLVE by MARY LEE CHUDLEIGH CHARITAS NIMIA; OR THE DEAR BARGAIN by RICHARD CRASHAW THE HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD by SAM WALTER FOSS LOVERS' INFINITENESS by JOHN DONNE |
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