Your claims to immortality were two. The one you made, the other one you grew. Sorry to have no name for you but You. We never knew exactly where to look, But found one in the delta of a brook, One in a cavern where you used to cook. Coming on such an ancient human trace Seems as expressive of the human race As meeting someone living, face to face. We date you by your depth in silt and dust Your probable brute nature is discussed. At which point we are totally nonplused. You made the eolith, you grew the bone, The second the more peculiarly your own, And likely to have been enough alone. You make me ask if I would go to time Would I gain anything by using rhyme? Or aren't the bones enough I live to lime? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 12 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AD PATRIAM by CLINTON SCOLLARD A COAT by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE SWALLOWS by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS BATUSCHKA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PAX BRITANNICA by ALFRED AUSTIN VALUATION by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 62. FAREWELL TO JULIET (14) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |