I held a torch at the door of death and found That all things lived. I turned again and stood In the darkest hell of life and found it good. Then where they congregate who most expound The laws of things I came. And they are fools, Seeking eternity in a temporal dream While in their breasts the crimson current cools And life goes floating past them down the stream. Under the moon the pink peach blossoms glow, The Ebon branches trace themselves across A silver screen of meadow grass and moss And here all things are beautiful that grow. Oh breath of dust that quivers in the hand Of time, these things alone are yours to understand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VILLA PAULINE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD TO AN INTRA-MURAL RAT by MARIANNE MOORE COMING DOWN TO THE DESERT AT LORDBURG, N.M. by HAYDEN CARRUTH CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN COSMOPOLITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SORROW SINGERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO TIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |