Obedient as a bundle, parked in your careful shawls, you will not fall into the exertions of the earth under you, having spilled, on your way to becoming, your skill in Being. Sunlight excessively illumines your deep eyelids domed awnings over the somnolent reluctance of your sight- inverted cups of mortal ivory, almost emptied. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BARON'S LAST BANQUET by ALBERT GORTON GREENE THE FALLOW DEER AT THE LONELY HOUSE by THOMAS HARDY SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: FIDDLER JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BETROTHED ANEW by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN SPIRIT WHOSE WORK IS DONE (WASHINGTON CITY, 1865) by WALT WHITMAN |