Like one who solves some curious alphabet Upon a desert stele. . . But perhaps I am too near the tempests of collapse To tongue their awful intimacies yet For the articulate world. . . And if @3I@1 grow By suffering, where is she? . . . And shall we meet Somewhere again along the Cosmic Flow, I and the woman of the winding-sheet? -- All proofs and guesses of ten thousand years Never have dried one orphaned heart its tears: I have no proof and but a shadow-guess, And yet I've never wept. . . But should we meet, Would @3she@1 still know me after my distress, Would @3I@1 still find the words wherewith to greet? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OCTAVES: 8 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MILTON'S PRAYER [OF PATIENCE, OR, IN BLINDNESS] by ELIZABETH LLOYD HOWELL MARIPOSA by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY PAN'S PIPING by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE |