I hear the noisy breaking sound Of ideals crashing around. Felt once before and now again, My heart stands still amid the din. Knowing the depths of this despair -- O to run away, I know not where! But you cannot turn your back upon Ideals just because they're gone. You must stay, rebuild, relive With an open heart, forget, just give. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REGARDING CHAINSAWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OSCAR HUMMEL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE STORY OF THE ASHES AND THE FLAME by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |