FROM out of the snare that the Fool Men set To make me a Fool Man, even as they, From out of the cramping, choking net, Where, taken and trapped, in the toils I lay, You led my feet and you guided me, Till I, that from birth had been bound, was free. From out of the land where the old men teach The old stock lies that were well forgot, Where the elders babble and prate and preach The Philistine creeds and the codes that are not ... From all these things you delivered me. And the film is fallen, and I may see. And because I saw what the Fool Men said Was folly, and knew that my eyes were blind, Your saving hands have met mine and led Me into the light—for your hands were kind: And now in your Court I may set my stool, The Fool of you all ... but at least your Fool! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIE-DOWN OF A BONSAI by MARVIN BELL THE CROSS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TIRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE AWAKENING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON UNWANTED MEMORY by CLARENCE MAJOR AT SAGAMORE HILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |