With loving hands, a chiffon veil they bound Around my eyes; I dimly saw the things That men called beauty and I never found The ugliness of which the realist sings. With soft harmonious light, in monotone Life passed me by; I vaguely lived, until One day, oh God, I found myself alone. In one fell swoop, as children sometimes will I ripped the veil, and blinded by the light Of beauty, chaos, passion, terror, hope, I stood struck dumb at life's wide open door. Shielding my eyes, I tripped, and with delight I rose alone; I found I need not grope But feast on heights and depths forevermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE GREAT DEATH by HAYDEN CARRUTH FRANCIS II, KING OF NAPLES; SONNET by AMY LOWELL SURFACES AND MASKS; 4 by CLARENCE MAJOR SONG OF THE MOON by CLAUDE MCKAY MEMOIR OF A PROUD BOY by CARL SANDBURG |