At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky And flinging the clouds and the towers by, Is a place of central calm; So here in the roar of mortal things, I have a place where my spirit sings, In the hollow of God's palm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUGGESTED BY THE COVER OF A VOLUME OF KEATS'S POEMS by AMY LOWELL GOOD FRIDAY HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA PLAYING SOMEONE ELSE'S PIANO by KAREN SWENSON THE SEALS IN PENOBSCOT BAY by KAREN SWENSON IN A STRANGE CITY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE COMING OF WISDOM WITH TIME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE PLAYERS ASK FOR A BLESSING ON THE PSALTERIES AND ON THEMSELVES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |