It is not because we are going -- Though the sea may begin at the doorstep, though the highway May already have come to rest in our front rooms . . . It is because, beyond distance, or enterprise And beyond the lies and surprises of the wide and various worlds, Beyond the flower and the bird and the little boy with his large questions We notice our shadows: Going . . . -- slowly, but going, In slightly different directions -- Their speeds increasing -- Growing shorter, shorter As we enter the intolerable sunlight that never grows old or kind. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET AND HIS SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 3 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI NURSERY REMINISCENCES by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM QUESTION AND ANSWER by MATHILDE BLIND THE NOBLE LAY OF AILLINN by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE OLD AND NEW; THE CENTURY ASSOCIATION, 1847-1897 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |