I know your barren belief—that a rose will grow From what was once the miracle of a man; That only in this wise shall we thwart the grave; Believe, my friend, and be satisfied, if you can. But I have a mystical hunger, so great and intense That only Almighty God with a purpose would fill My fragile shell with its poignant immensity— A hunger to find, emerging from death, that I still Am the sum of myself! myself, to aspire and climb Some further and undreamed slope of the range of Time. I have faith that I shall. Is a rose worth the patience of Him Who evolved through the aeons a man and endowed him with soul? Would He who created the splendor of spirit and mind Envisage a sweet-scented waft as its trivial goal? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN ON HUNTINGDON'S 'MIRANDA' by SIDNEY LANIER MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL BONNYBELL: THE GRAY SPHEX by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OCTAVES: 12 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |