Far star that tickles for me my sensitive plate And fries a couple of ebon atoms white, I don't believe I believe a thing you state. I put no faith in the seeming facts of light. I don't believe I believe you're the last in space, I don't believe you're anywhere near the last, I don't believe what makes you red in the face Is after explosion going away so fast. The universe may or may not be very immense. As a matter of fact there are times when I am apt To feel it close in tight against my sense Like a caul in which I was born and still am wrapped. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE by RUDYARD KIPLING THE SORROW OF LOVE (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I HAVE LOVED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SACRED LYRIC by ISIDORE G. ASCHER THE CARPENTER'S STORY by ARCHIE BINNS DEMON by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK INHERITANCE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ODE FOR AN AGRICULTURAL CELEBRATION by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |