Is there a self or not is this me or not this is what I contemplate sitting in a trance above a cliff between my feet green grass grows and on my head red dust settles I have even seen pilgrims leave offerings by my bier | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 12. MAGNA EST VERITAS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE WHEN by SARAH CHAUNCEY WOOLSEY VENDEMIAIRE by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE VENETIAN BLIND by HELEN DARBY BERNING TO ANNE (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON EPISTLE FROM ALGIERS (TO HORACE SMITH) by THOMAS CAMPBELL MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG by THOMAS CAMPION |