Pattern the clouds for a moment This way or that, And Heaven or Hell is the difference; One breath more or less And a dream slips back into night Or leaps into song everlasting. I know that the petals of a violet Can push the skies apart; I know that the grass gives the wind its importance, The grass and the leaves, Small things out of earth and the past; And I, this flesh, this bit of remembering, I will place a word in the lips of tomorrow, A thorn in the heel of death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOLDEN WEDDING OF STERLING AND SARAH LANIER by SIDNEY LANIER JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE PAST IS THE PRESENT (2) by MARIANNE MOORE MOTHER EARTH by GEORGE SANTAYANA |