Sometimes for days one can forget the sky That God-like, indifferent, never fails to bless With unflawed beauty our huddled littleness. One can forget -- the meddling breeze goes by Piling vacant lots with waste to catch the eye; Or mud, or dust, or merely the heat that shows In quivering air, can make the senses close To everything that is far or vast or high. Then a scrap, a bird, the casual glance beguiles Up, up, up! -- till once more, swiftly, surely, The clean, keen blade of ecstasy stabs purely: Oh, glorious blue across which clouds are blowing, Or lucent gray the far rain-tempests showing, Or sunset blazing for ten thousand miles! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BRER RABBIT, YOU'S DE CUTES' OF 'EM ALL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JAMES GARBER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OSCAR HUMMEL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |