It must be I am mistaken; one bird note Cannot have all this power upon my heart, To which the breath of violin-swept symphonies, Or clarioned concertos, Has merely been as music, muted or mighty! Winter has gone, I know; but how can spring, That has not come, suddenly blossom through me, Leafily, Because one little lark upon a limb Ripples his throat? I am too near nature's creative rapture; I am caught by it -- I who have sought to capture. How can I walk again on heels and toes, Who have winged with poetry beyond all prose! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WORDS IN A CERTAIN APPROPRIATE MODE by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR OUR BETTER GRACES by JAMES GALVIN I WANT TO LIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONNET TO THOSE WHO SEE BUT DARKLY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SAINT PATRICK by EDWIN MARKHAM |