AT times I sicken of this paltry "I," At times it seems oblivion would be good ... 'Tis hard to know the truth and live the lie, Caught in the maelstrom of the multitude, And, in the common cloth of fools endued, To think like God and like an insect die. To give up what I have not were not vain. Call you this Life I drag from day to day? My dreams have wings of fire, but crawl in clay. I see the heights, yet cannot leave the plain. ... O, He is cruel who makes known the way And gives not strength the summit to attain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SISTER MARIA CELESTE, GALILEO'S DAUGHTER, WRITES TO FRIEND by MADELINE DEFREES TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AT NIGHT; SONNET by AMY LOWELL TO WHISTLER, AMERICAN; ON LOAN EXHIBIT OF PAINTINGS AT TATE GALLERY by EZRA POUND |