INGENIOUS OVERSOUL by GRACE EVELYN BROWN

I am akin to failure. Dreams too high
To find fruition fade on sordid earth.
Ideals too exalted challenge dearth
Of recognition, as they lift and cry
To heaven for life, frail larks that sing and fly
And fall below their stars of holy birth,
When they would lift from soil to prove their worth,
Attain the glory of a vibrant sky.

I would prefer to find my visions true
Than grasp a world's success -- the prison-bar
Of one dark tower all that I have known.
I claim immortal space, remote yet blue,
And choose to see a pebble as a star --
Not judge a star as but a shining stone.

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!

Other Poems of Interest...