WELL, we have reached the difficult impasse— Turned in a conscious fear from our own selves— Our hands have fallen apart, and we have looked With reason into the sweet, irrational thing. Then sorrowfully, or with amused detachment, Or with the cruelty of growing scorn, We have destroyed our own security, And called our consummation a trivial thing, And heaped against it mountains of circumstance, And laughed to hear our own queer strident voices Saying "Let us reach to grasp it if we can, And if we cannot, the thing is not worth tears. Since it is proved we cannot have each other, Let us be strong in sorrow, and say nothing." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MEMORY by HAYDEN CARRUTH JOHNNY SPAIN'S WHITE HEIFER by HAYDEN CARRUTH SPRING BLIZZARD by JAMES GALVIN TO MY CLASS: ON CERTAIN FRUITS AND FLOWERS SENT ... SICKNESS by SIDNEY LANIER IN A SWEDISH GRAVEYARD by EMMA LAZARUS DOMEDAY BOOK: JOHN CAMPBELL AND CARL EATON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IPPOLIT KONOVALOFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |