HIGH heaven denies me to myself. No blame Nor praise I win. Renounce me, Sorrow, and deny me, Shame! Forsake me, Sin! I was a will, I was a heart, a soul, As men may be; But all have slipped the shadow of control That made them me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THREE SONNETS by RICHARD WILBUR THE JOBHOLDER by DAVID IGNATOW AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 2. ILLINOIS by CLARENCE MAJOR FACADE: 2. THE BAT by EDITH SITWELL |