Overhead the elevated straddling the library made a cool shade in summer. Across the street, framed between two steel pillars, a dirt path led through a grass lot to a hint of country life: two-story wooden houses and chicken coops. When, father-voiced, the rumbling train passed above, the chickens cackled of their decisions and appetites. For me, age twelve, there were sounds of waterfall gods who lost themselves in mist below as motion without matter, effort without force, a heaven, on every hand the signs and portents of sublimity. I embraced its configurations but in human role, with faculties of sight, hearing and delight: my object pleasure and my meaning self. I awoke to the sound of my own steps. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT TRANSHISTORICAL DEATH, OR AT LEAST NOT QUITE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE POET SPEAKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOHENGRIN; PROEM by EMMA LAZARUS A REPUBLIC! by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CLASS SONG (WHICH WILL BE SUNG ON THE 22ND OF FEBRUARY) by GEORGE SANTAYANA |