WHAT do we see here in the sand dunes of the white moon alone with our thoughts, Bill, Alone with our dreams, Bill, soft as the women tying scarves around their heads dancing, Alone with a picture and a picture coming one after the other of all the dead, The dead more than all these grains of sand one by one piled here in the moon, Piled against the sky-line taking shapes like the hand of the wind wanted, What do we see here, Bill, outside of what the wise men beat their heads on, Outside of what the poets cry for and the soldiers drive on headlong and leave their skulls in the sun for -- what, Bill? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRIST IN THE UNIVERSE by ALICE MEYNELL THE OLD LOBSTERMAN by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE TO A CHILD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONNET: DREAM-LOVE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON MY ANGEL by JONATHAN HENDERSON BROOKS HAMPTON TOWN by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN VANITIES by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |