Ask me why I peer Through such a narrow cranny -- I say that sky from here Is better than not any. The walls that shut me in No mind can make immortal; My harder will shall win The yet unthought-of portal. Ask why I take root Where nothing green is growing -- I say that seed and shoot Follow the mad wind's sowing; But where these live roots turn And thrust, no wall shall block: Tendril of frailest fern Can split a rock. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLAT-HUNTER'S WAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE FAT LADY by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE WAY OF THE CONVENTICLE OF THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH NEW YEAR'S EVE by DAVID IGNATOW DOMEDAY BOOK: JOHN CAMPBELL AND CARL EATON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |