AND still they come and go: and this is all I know -- That from the gloom I watch an endless picture-show, Where wild or listless faces flicker on their way, With glad or grievous hearts I'll never understand Because Time spins so fast, and they've no time to stay Beyond the moment's gesture of a lifted hand. And still, between the shadow and the blinding flame, The brave despair of men flings onward, ever the same As in those doom-lit years that wait them, and have been... And life is just the picture dancing on a screen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STARLING; SONNET by AMY LOWELL A LITTLE GIRL'S PRAYER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12. A RENUNCIATION by THOMAS CAMPION SONG OF THE BANNER AT DAY-BREAK by WALT WHITMAN THE SWALLOWS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE DEATH OF A DANDY by JOHN PEALE BISHOP |