Life in you is an incurious madness. Tell me, how good is life that is not known And is but felt, like wind against the temples, Like touch beneath the feet, of turf or stone? But do not hear me, Lover of life; an answer Is burning like a sorrow in my breast: There is flame in feeling, fineness in the knowing, And who shall say which way of life is best? Pass on, Seeker, seeking the touch of spaces. Many the ways of life, and many a one Is all too brief a fluttering of hours To serve our purpose here beneath the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JESUS - THE SWEETEST NAME by BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX THREE GATES [OF GOLD] by ELIZABETH DAYTON BRONX, 1818 by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE THE ODYSSEY: THE GARDENS OF ALCINOUS by HOMER AN ODE OF ANACREON by ANACREON WHO SEEKS THE KING by LARENE KING BLEECKER A TALE OF VILLAFRANCA; TOLD IN TUSCANY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |