At four in the morning my body bumped against the ceiling. Thank Jesus for ceilings or I would have been lost to earth, rather, earth lost to me as she doesn't know me well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HASTE NOT! REST NOT! by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE BELLS FOR JOHN WHITESIDE'S DAUGHTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM THE QUEEN IN FRANCE; AN ANCIENT SCOTTISH BALLAD by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE VOLCANIC ISLAND by CLIFFORD BAX THE DEAD OF THE WILDERNESS by CHAIM NACHMAN BIALIK |