A WEAK, diaphanous spirit wavered in Like blue columnar incense mounting thin— "There is no comfort in our Way," it cried, "We are as naught; would God I had not died! For now, a bodiless thing, I wander lone, Divorced from vigorous thew and bracing bone. O, that firm flesh once more this mist might seal, O, that I might the warm blood coursing feel— That I might call some body 'I' again, And, locked within five senses, walk with men, Potent to love, to hate, resent, forgive, To live the brief, sweet life I once did live, Not forced to borrow, in a ghost's despair, The Medium's strength with which to tip a chair, Talk through a horn, or lift a table high!" "Ah, Spirit, how I tremble! Say, must I After this life know like futility?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY BOY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CONVENT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: GODWIN JAMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE FABRIC OF LIFE by KAY RYAN |