I WATCH swift pictures flash and fade On the closed curtains of my eyes,— A bit of river green as jade Under green skies; A single bird that soars and dips Remote; a young and secret moon Stealing to kiss some flower's lips Too shy for noon; A pointing tree; a lifted hill, Sun-misted with a golden ring,— Were these once mine? And am I still Remembering? A path that wanders wistfully With no beginning there nor here, Nor special grace that it should be So sharply dear, Unless,—what if when every day Is yesterday, with naught to borrow, I may slip down this wistful way Into to-morrow? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH LOST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VENUS IN A GARDEN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE AWAKENING RIVER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE ROOM OF MIRRORS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WAR VERSE (1914) by EZRA POUND |