The blanket, its weight, while we were growing. Or the eyes, which yesterday were blind, today yours, yesterday the indivisible. The vials, the laughter in white becomes the only world without symbol. Matter that was only matter, nothing that was only matter. Watch, don't watch, poetry, cobalt, father, nothing, poplars. Used by permission of Story Line Press. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RETURN (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS ARIZONA POEMS: 4. THE WINDMILLS by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE GRASSHOPPER; TO MY NOBLE FRIEND MR. CHARLES COTTON by RICHARD LOVELACE WILD PLUM BLOSSOMS by EVA K. ANGLESBURG CHARACTERS: WILLIAM ENFIELD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 36. STRONG, LIKE THE SEA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |