I close my overgrown door in vain the months and years keep passing through I've only heard of men becoming ghosts I've never seen a crane become immortal what then can I advise accept your karma and be content look beyond the city walls the ancient graves are plowed into fields | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WILLIE WINKIE by WILLIAM MILLER TACT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE GREAT FIGURE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS DRINKING SONG (5) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE CHRISTMAS, 1917 by BRENT DOW ALLINSON |