Man I shall beget tomorrow Where is he? Life be a load, the load a sorrow, Better not to be. Man I shall beget tomorrow Non-existent -- where is he? He is spread in fields of wheat, Low in grass that cows shall eat. There are fragments of himself High upon some warehouse shelf. Any atom he may be Any atom may he be. She the focus will control, The new body; but the Soul? That is free. The husk is made of any meat, Any grass or any wheat. But man has personality, He alone is he; The man is, I get tomorrow, Whole in destiny. Can I then be free? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON HUNTINGDON'S 'MIRANDA' by SIDNEY LANIER THE POOR-HOUSE by SARA TEASDALE KU KLUX by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN LAMENT FOR FLODDEN [FIELD] by JEAN ELLIOT (1727-1805) BROTHER JONATHAN'S LAMENT FOR SISTER CAROLINE [DECEMBER 2O, 1860] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES IRELAND (1847) by DENIS FLORENCE MCCARTHY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 20 by PHILIP SIDNEY |