I AM the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times anon, And leaping from place to place Over oblivion. The years-heired feature that can In curve and voice and eye Despise the human span Of durance - that is I; The eternal thing in man, That heeds no call to die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO BEACHEY, 1912 by CARL SANDBURG ON THE SUN COMING OUT IN THE AFTERNOON by HENRY DAVID THOREAU JERUSALEM; THE EMANATION OF THE GIANT ALBION: CHAPTER 3 by WILLIAM BLAKE TRENCH RAID NEAR HOOGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE TWO WAITINGS by JOHN WHITE CHADWICK |