THE poet's imageries are noble ways, Approaches to a plot, an open shrine. Their splendours, colours, avenues, arrays, Their courts that run with wine; Beautiful similes, "fair and flagrant things," Enriched, enamouring, -- raptures, metaphors Enhancing life, are paths for pilgrim kings Made free of golden doors. And yet the open heavenward plot, with dew, Ultimate poetry, enclosed, enskyed (Albeit such ceremonies lead thereto) Stands on the yonder side. Plain, behind oracles, it is; and past All symbols, simple; perfect, heavenly-wild, The song some loaded poets reach at last -- The kings that found a Child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIME THE HANGMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SUFFERED UNDER PONTIUS PILATE, WAS CRUCIFIED, DEAD, AND BURIED by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THE CAT OF CATS by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS CLANCY OF THE MOUNTED POLICE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE PRINCESS: [BUGLE] SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON TO FOREIGN LANDS by WALT WHITMAN |