For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns, Extremes too hard to comprehend at. once Yet nothing I should care to leave behind. With all I have to hold with hand and mind And heart, if need be, I will do my best. To keep their building balanced at my breast. I crouch down to prevent them as they fall; Then sit down in the middle of them all. I had to drop the armful in the road And try to stack them in a better load. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRAND ARMY PLAZA by KAREN SWENSON THE HOUSE-TOP; A NIGHT PIECE by HERMAN MELVILLE BARBARA FRIETCHIE [SEPTEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER FOUR SONNETS: 4 by FRANK DAVIS ASHBURN A CHILD TO HIS SICK GRANDFATHER by JOANNA BAILLIE SEASIDE THOUGHTS by BERNARD BARTON |