YES, here I lie close to a stunted rose bush In a forgotten place near the fence Where the thickets from Siever's woods Have crept over, growing sparsely. And you, you are a leader in New York, The wife of a noted millionaire, A name in the society columns, Beautiful, admired, magnified perhaps By the mirage of distance. You have succeeded, I have failed In the eyes of the world. You are alive, I am dead. Yet I know that I vanquished your spirit; And I know that lying here far from you, Unheard of among your great friends In the brilliant world where you move, I am really the unconquerable power over your life That robs it of complete triumph. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS; ON HEARING A SKYLARK SING by GEORGE SANTAYANA SONNET: SILENCE by THOMAS HOOD AN OLD WOMAN: 1 by EDITH SITWELL PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 38 by EDWARD TAYLOR CLING TO THY MOTHER by GEORGE WASHINGTON BETHUNE THE CHRISTENING OF THE STADIUM by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |