That which is being the only answer The question is its measure. Ask the flower And the answer unfolds in eloquent petals about the centre; Ask fire, and the rose bursts into flame and terror. Ask water and the streams flow and dew falls; Shell's minute spiral wisdom forms in pools. Earth answers fields and gardens and the grave; birds rise Into the singing air that opens boundless skies. Womb knows the eternal union and its child, Heart the blood-sacrifice of the wounded god. Death charts the terrible negative infinity, And with the sun rises perpetual day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 2. REJECTION by GEOFFREY CHAUCER EXTRACTS FROM AN OPERA: 2. DAISY'S SONG by JOHN KEATS KNEE-DEEP IN JUNE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE SISTERS by JOHN BANISTER TABB THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. DIET by JOHN ARMSTRONG DIDO TO AENEAS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY IN A BALCONY by ROBERT BROWNING |