What is dust? Ashes of love, charred letters, faded heliotrope, Rose petals fallen from a dead hand, Spiders, bats, deserted houses, crumbling citadels, And wheel ruts where vanished armies have passed. Is that all? Oh, dust is sun and laughter, Circuses, parasols, preening pigeons, Lovers picnicking by the roadside, And ragamuffins tumbling in the warm lanes. Dust is rainbow webs caught in sweet, hot smelling hedges, And it is dust that keeps my eyes from being blinded by the stars! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOUSES OF DREAMS by SARA TEASDALE MATER IN EXTREMIS by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER THE INVITATION (TO TOM HUGHES) by CHARLES KINGSLEY A ST. HELENA LULLABY by RUDYARD KIPLING MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 13 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE QUAKER WIDOW by BAYARD TAYLOR THE ZONE OF VENUS by ANTIPHANES |