Who says that all must vanish? Who knows, perhaps the flight of the bird you wound remains, and perhaps flowers survive caresses in us, in their ground. It isn't the gesture that lasts, but it dresses you again in gold armor -from breast to knees- and the battle was so pure an Angel wears it after you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF SHERMAN'S ARMY by CHARLES GRAHAM HALPINE THE FLYING DUTCHMAN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE WATER-LILY by JOHN BANISTER TABB THE ORIGIN OF SONG-WRITING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ANNIVERSARIUM BAPTISMI (3) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |