This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and trees and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with grass and clouds and trees. Anthony, trees and grass and clouds. Why did you follow that beloved body with your ships at Actium? I hope it was because you knew her inch by inch from slanting feet upward to the roots of her hair and down again and that you saw her above the battle's fury -- clouds and trees and grass -- For then you are listening in heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 5 by CONRAD AIKEN TO SEE THE STARS IN DAYLIGHT by JAMES GALVIN TO-MORROW TO FRESH WOODS AND PASTURES NEW' by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: LOVERIDGE CHASE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |