I shall go back to the sea-shell, Beginning all over again, Back to the heart of the garnet, Back to the butterfly's vein. There I shall 'scape all the scholars, Giants who chant of belief; Pebbles will open their caverns, Pastures will call from a leaf. There I will tarry with small things, Choosing my pin-point domain, Finding a star in an atom Carries the heavenly strain. Willing to worship the little, Even the specks of the rust, Counting my trifles as priceless -- Since peace sits as one in the dust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DECEPTION PASS; FOR JUDY AND MARK KAWASAKI by KAREN SWENSON FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7 by THOMAS CAMPION BALLAD: THE THINGS OF NO ACCOUNT by FRANCOIS VILLON THE SCOTTISH CHRISTMAS by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN FANCY AND IMAGINATION by BERNARD BARTON FALLING STARS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |