HE passed among us Gaunt and terrible. If you had seen his eyes -- His eyes burning with loneliness And the simplicity of his face, You would have known The whole history of America at a flash. Compare him to a mountain or an elm or a sea, If you wish. Each has a part of him. But to find him, Go to quiet places when you are sad. You will see the softness and loneliness of his burning eyes In the distance; His simplicity in nature's simplicity, And his awkward, gaunt, terrible figure, Striding when there is wind and dusk, With a tall stovepipe hat reaching the clouds! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE INVESTITURE by CECIL DAY LEWIS TEARS AND KISSES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONG FOR A VIOLA D'AMORE by AMY LOWELL THE STORM by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BARNEY HAINSFEATHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |