That which is being the only answer The question is its measure. Ask the flower And the answer unfolds in eloquent petals about the centre; Ask fire, and the rose bursts into flame and terror. Ask water and the streams flow and dew falls; Shell's minute spiral wisdom forms in pools. Earth answers fields and gardens and the grave; birds rise Into the singing air that opens boundless skies. Womb knows the eternal union and its child, Heart the blood-sacrifice of the wounded god. Death charts the terrible negative infinity, And with the sun rises perpetual day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET (ON AN OLD BOOK WITH UNCUT LEAVES) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN by THOMAS HARDY THE MORAL FABLES: THE SWALLOW, AND THE OTHER BIRDS by AESOP PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 99. AZ-ZABOOR by EDWIN ARNOLD SOUTH STATE STREET, CHICAGO by MAXWELL BODENHEIM |