Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DESTINY, by LUCIA CATHERINE GRAEME GRIEVE First Line: I was not made to turn to dust Last Line: Enough! God spake, and here am I! Subject(s): Fate; Destiny | ||||||||
I was not made to turn to dust, Wind-blown between the earth and sky; Nor yet a half-burned firebrand, thrust Into earth's darkness, there to die. My soul is not a "fleeting breath" Dependent on some chemic sign; Nor can the great resolvent, death, Destroy one atom that is mine. Akin unto the wind I am, That sweeps abroad through night and space; Akin unto the stars I am, That gaze with wonder on God's face. Akin unto the birds I am, That, careless, shout their morning praise; Akin unto the worm I am, Earth-tangled -- yet He knows my ways! I long have wandered in the quest Of life's great goal, and still in vain; And quietude has been a guest That never would with me remain. The riddle yet is all unsolved; I know not why or whence I came; Nor can untwist the strands involved In this my many-textured frame. And still, withal, one thing I know, Since this my soul cannot decay, Where'er I wander, high or low, I travel an appointed way. Since this is so, my way I go, And know not whence I came or why; A mote within the sunbeam's glow -- Enough! God spake, and here am I! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ATTEMPTING TO ANSWER DAVID IGNATOW'S QUESTION by ROBERT BLY FROST AND HIS ENEMIES by ROBERT BLY THE WORLDS IN THIS WORLD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR UNABLE TO FIND by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: FINDING OF THE BODY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WE COME BACK by KENNETH REXROTH THE WAKING (2) by THEODORE ROETHKE THE SILLER CROUN by SUSANNA BLAMIRE ELEGY: 11. THE BRACELET; UPON THE LOSS OF HIS MISTRESS'S CHAIN by JOHN DONNE |
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