Tomorrow is my sin when in the evening I will wonder what is to be gained by another day won from death. In the daytime I will shout and pound with the rest on the work tables and will have forgotten in my excitement my incapacity, fully awake to my deception. For one who wishes to live there must be forgiveness if I may forgive myself who cannot be whole entirely. I have love of wholeness. I have love. I have myself capable of this knowledge. I have a perfection, if you could call it that, something of wholeness and I shall be forgiven at least in part, that part which is me shall forgive myself for incapacity. That which is others will forgive me if it must forgive itself. That much I will have won from my sorrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF ETERNITY IN TIME by SIDNEY LANIER THE CRANES OF IBYCUS by EMMA LAZARUS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JACOB GODBEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS COLLEGE DRINKING SONG by GEORGE SANTAYANA GOLD COAST CUSTOMS by EDITH SITWELL |