This is the granite me: These stript bones, These polished struts and knobs, The wrist and knees' precise articulation, The skull's cool edifice -- These, the outlasting me; While the swift nerves, Bearers of rapture, of electric pain, Tuned to a thousand subtleties, These and the procreant brain Share the mortality of froth on waves. Therefore, persistent skeleton, Impervious and changeless, I, integral, unique and perishable, Do hereby abdicate, bequeath to you What is already yours; your sovereign prize Your unencumbered anonymity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO SIR ROBERT WALPOLE (1) by HENRY FIELDING A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 4. REVEILLE by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN AN UPPER CHAMBER by FRANCES BANNERMAN THE FIRST BOOK OF URIZEN by WILLIAM BLAKE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 51. FAREWELL TO JULIET (13) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT REDFIELD FARM, MICHIGAN by HERBERT BUCKLEN BRADY |