WHAT is this Peace That statesmen sign? How I have sought To make it mine. Where groaning cities Clang and glow I hunted, hunted, Peace to know. And still I saw Where I passed by Discarded hearts, -- Heard children cry. By willowed waters Brimmed with rain I thought to capture Peace again. I sat me down My Peace to hoard, But Beauty pricked me With a sword. For in the stillness Something stirred, And I was crippled For a word. There is no peace A man can find; The anguish sits His heart behind. The eyes he loves, The perfect breast, Too exquisite To give him rest. This is his curse Since brain began. His penalty For being man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROMISE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 10. STRESA by SARA TEASDALE NAPOLEON AND THE BRITISH [OR ENGLISH] SAILOR [BOY] by THOMAS CAMPBELL IN HOSPITAL: 3. INTERIOR by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE AGONY [AGONIE] by GEORGE HERBERT TO A PINE TREE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL |