There is someone smiling at me from behind and someone holding out a hand in front to say hello and persons unfamiliar with familiar ways on either side to put me at my ease. I should despair. I do despair. Where are the stones strung around my neck I much prefer to carry, on hands and knees and friends to lift me by my shoulders to take the necklace from my neck? They do not understand that I, without it, am just a person like themselves, unhappy, going to the help of others, in the illusion that it sets them free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AKOND [OR, AKHOND] OF SWAT by EDWARD LEAR WRAITH by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY TO JANE: THE RECOLLECTION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY BEETHOVEN'S SEVENTH SYMPHONY by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 22. 'TIS HONOURABLE TO BE LOVE'S MARTYR by PHILIP AYRES |