Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

ODE TO ILLUSIONS, by                    
First Line: Bewildered, groping - though I try
Last Line: The tender roots of hope and trust.
Subject(s): Hallucinations & Illusions; Hope; Trust; Optimism

Bewildered, groping -- though I try
To cherish high ideals, they fly
To atoms at a careless touch,
Their dainty, fragile substance such
That ruthlessness destroys their form.
They can exist only in warm
Congenial places, but will thrive
Where clear perception keeps alive,
Free from selfish greed and lust,
The tender roots of Hope and Trust.

Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!

Other Poems of Interest...

Home: PoetryExplorer.net