Fishes swimming in and out Till my eyes grow dizzy, What's the task that you're about, Keeping you so busy? Are you meant, as people say, Just to throw a hook at,— Or be brought from far away, For us all to look at? Dogs and horses know my words, Cats are warm and homey; Cows and mice and even birds Sometimes get to know me. Yet you stare with not a wink, Seeming not to see me. Are there thoughts we both can think,— Something strange and dreamy? I may puzzle you as much! And I wonder whether, When I see your noses touch, You all talk together. There's another world, it seems, That you drift and dart in, Full of ways and deeds and dreams I can have no part in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE SALE OF MY FARM by ROBERT FROST LEFT-HANDED POEM by JAMES GALVIN UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN FICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON INTERRACIAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UNDER THE CEDARCROFT CHESTNUT by SIDNEY LANIER BALLROOM DARK by CLARENCE MAJOR |