No! Mad? Not I! But subtle analyst Even in my grief; yet for a moment borne On to sardonic laughter of a grim scorn Against the everlasting Ironist! -- But feel the even blood-beat on my wrist With your enquiring thumb -- am I not calm, Again as you? Press on my brow your palm -- Where is the fever? Smite with knuckled fist Against my crossed leg at the swinging knee -- My nerves are steady, good neurologist, -- And with firm art's supreme austerity, I still can draw the face I once had kissed. . . Can still report the voice. . . The tale shall be Unfolded to the uttermost. . . Then list: | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SERE AND YELLOW LEAF by KAREN SWENSON SIXTEEN DEAD MEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE BOOK OF THEL by WILLIAM BLAKE ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) SECOND OPINION by STEPHEN CUSHMAN THE FOUNDERS OF OHIO by WILLIAM HENRY VENABLE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 34. FAIRY LAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |