"... REVERENCE FOR OUR FATHERS, WITH THEIR STORES OF EXPERIENCES" @3An author whose name I did not note@1 O OUR young ancestor, Our boy in Letters, how we trudge oppressed With our "experiences," and you of yore Flew light, and blessed! Youngling, in your new town, Tight, like a box of toys -- the town that is Our shattered, open ruin, with its crown Of histories; You with your morning words, Fresh from the night, your yet un-sonneted moon, Your passion undismayed, cool as a bird's Lgnorant tune; O youngling! how is this? Your poems are not wearied yet, not dead, Must I bow low? or, with an envious kiss, Put you to bed? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TOM MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER by JOHN MILTON PROMETHEUS BOUND: THE OVERTHROW OF ZEUS by AESCHYLUS IN THE FOREST by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 6 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE ALLIGATOR by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |