IMPRISONED in this body I have found My enemy, who laughs a merry scorn To see me standing with him on this ground Scarred by the stars, and by the planets worn. "The fine-blown dust you tread beneath your feet Has power that you have not," he will say. "Dust takes no count of moments that are fleet,— Dust is the same through many a passing day." My enemy has lived before this time, And gained his wisdom from the changing years; But oh, he cannot put it into rhyme, Nor sing aloud to keep him from his fears; And he is dust, and shadows in dim flight, Before my song that shakes the walls of night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVERYBODY KNOWS by DAVID IGNATOW HERO-WORSHIP; SONNET by AMY LOWELL YOU ARE FIRE EATERS by MARIANNE MOORE DEMOS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BUCOLIC COMEDY: SERENADE by EDITH SITWELL |