SUCH a wizened creature, Sitting alone; Every kind of ugliness thrown Into each feature. "I wasn't always so," Said the wizened One; "sweet motions unimprisoned Were mine long ago." And again, "I shall be -- At least something Out of this outside me, shall wing Itself fair and free." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LANDSCAPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BERENICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |