I must forget life, ere you shall persuade My heart beyond it. Though at last I came Without hope to the horror of dark flame, Or among glad great angels dreamed and prayed, What matter? Have I not already made Love's own lips tremulous to breathe my name And seen all night the lidless eyes of shame Stare through the darkness where I lay afraid? I should yearn down from Heaven at the voice Of a strong child crying out angrily -- Struggle up from Nirvana for the smell Of rain-sweet woods in Autumn; or rejoice To watch the moon rise over a dim sea, Lifting my head serenely out of Hell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EMERGENCY HAYING by HAYDEN CARRUTH PARAGRAPHS: 16 by HAYDEN CARRUTH MOUNTAIN FARM by MALCOLM COWLEY I'M GOING BACK TO SOMETHING by DAVID IGNATOW WE FACE THE FUTURE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CORPORATE ENTITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH MANHATTAN, 1609 by EDWIN MARKHAM |