Strange to a sensing motherhood, Loved as a toynot understood, Child of a dusky father, bold; Frail little captive, exiled, cold. Oft when the brooding planets sleep, You through their drowsy empires creep, Flinging your arms through their empty space, Seeking the breast of an unknown face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES DOMESDAY BOOK: THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |