Nature without a plan? Nay, a mute schemer, Nature may throw off Man, Man the blasphemer. Why not? She is no mother Of endless patience: She hath abolished other Types, tribes and nations. Wits, warmth, and wine and corn, And rule she gave him; Answered with rage and scorn, Why should she save him? Let him but run his course, Sans bit or bridle, And by intestine force Fall, suicidal— No trump or sword of flame, No books of judgment, No writ against his name, Simply dislodgement. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 20 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ON THE THREE PHILOSOPHICAL POETS by GEORGE SANTAYANA TO A MOUSE, ON TURNING HER UP IN HER NEST WITH THE PLOUGH by ROBERT BURNS WHISPERS OF IMMORTALITY by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT |