Will it never be possible to separate you from your greyness? Must you be always sinking backward into your grey-brown landscapes -- and trees always in the distance, always against a grey sky? Must I be always moving counter to you? Is there no place where we can be at peace together and the motion of our drawing apart be altogether taken up? I see myself standing upon your shoulders touching a grey, broken sky -- but you, weighted down with me, yet gripping my ankles, -- move laboriously on, where it is level and undisturbed by colors. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE FALLEN (SEPTEMBER 1914) by LAURENCE BINYON EPITHALAMION MADE AT LINCOLNES INNE by JOHN DONNE TO THE REPUBLIC by JAMES GALVIN LEARNING TO READ by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER MOZART'S REQUIEM by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS CARILLON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |