On Cold Mountain there's a naked bug its body is white its head is black its hands hold two scrolls in one is the Way in the other is Virtue at home it makes no fire for the road it packs no clothes but always it carries the sword of wisdom ready to strike troublesome foes | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANDERING JEW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE LOWEST PLACE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: THE SONNET (INTRODUCTION) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ARCADIA: SESTINA by PHILIP SIDNEY THE CENTAURS by JAMES STEPHENS THE DIFFERENCE by ANGELO PHILIP BERTOCCI |