MY head knocks against the stars. My feet are on the hilltops. My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life. Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny. I have been to hell and back many times. I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God. I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible. I know the passionate seizure of beauty And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading "Keep Off." My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH AGING TOGETHER by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OSCAR HUMMEL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOCTOR OF BILLIARDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON UPLANDS IN MAY by CARL SANDBURG |