Like one who solves some curious alphabet Upon a desert stele. . . But perhaps I am too near the tempests of collapse To tongue their awful intimacies yet For the articulate world. . . And if @3I@1 grow By suffering, where is she? . . . And shall we meet Somewhere again along the Cosmic Flow, I and the woman of the winding-sheet? -- All proofs and guesses of ten thousand years Never have dried one orphaned heart its tears: I have no proof and but a shadow-guess, And yet I've never wept. . . But should we meet, Would @3she@1 still know me after my distress, Would @3I@1 still find the words wherewith to greet? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE RECEIPT OF MY MOTHER'S PICTURE [OUT OF NORFOLK] by WILLIAM COWPER LITTLE BERNHARD by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS OH, MOTHER DEAR! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS ZEUS TOO IS A VICTIM by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS SINCERITIES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET GOD AND HIS MARTYRS by CHAIM NACHMAN BIALIK |