NOW since I cannot make it out: Why people love and lose and die; Why there is agony and doubt, And so much cause to brood and cry; Oh, since I cannot understand God's will for all the world, and me, -- I will go take the wind's cold hand, And dance a little, foolishly. The hills are green and simple folk; The wind is quick with comrade-calls; White wayside apple-trees, and smoke Of woodfires, and bright waterfalls, -- They never bid me understand. They never say, "You, too, must die." I will go take the wind's cold hand. God knows, I cannot always cry! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DINOSAUR NATIONAL by KAREN SWENSON THE FORERUNNERS by GEORGE HERBERT THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR RETURNING, WE HEAR THE LARKS by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE MARVELOUS MUNCHAUSEN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |