"Being no longer human, why should I Pretend humanity or don the frail attire? Men have I known and men, but never one Was grown so free an essence, or become So simply element as what I am. The mist goes from the mirror and I see. Behold! the world of forms is swept beneath -- Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace, And we that are grown formless, rise above -- Fluids intangible that have been men, We seem as statues round whose high-risen base Some overflowing river is run mad, In us alone the element of calm." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFFIRMATION by LOUIS UNTERMEYER CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE NIGHT COURT by RUTH COMFORT MITCHELL WOMAN'S BEAUTY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE SEA BUTTERFLIES by DON BLANDING SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 4. HER STORIES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |