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...A SONG OF COURAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN THE JEWISH SYNAGOGUE AT NEWPORT by EMMA LAZARUS FRANCIS II, KING OF NAPLES; SONNET by AMY LOWELL THE GARDEN BY MOONLIGHT by AMY LOWELL THE COTTON CLUB by CLARENCE MAJOR |