ONCE, a little while ago, 'twas so warm and still Down here, in this soft, dark place. Now I feel a thrill Darting through me. Shivering, quivering, bursts my wrappage brown, Struggling, striving, something in me reaches up and down. Ah! it must be death, this anguish that I cannot understand. One inch more, -- I lift my head above the parted mould, Oh! what rapture! Falling on me something sweet and gold, Something humming, singing, moving, growing on each side; High above me a blue glory stretching far and wide, -- And I know 'twas life, that anguish that I could not understand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 35 by JAMES JOYCE WITH CHAOS IN EACH KISS by TIMOTHY LIU DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LEAVES OF A MAGAZINE by MARIANNE MOORE THE CLOISTER by ISAAC ROSENBERG |