Legs hold a torso away from the earth. And a regular high poem of legs is here. Powers of bone and cord raise a belly and lungs Out of ooze and over the loam where eyes look and ears hear And arms have a chance to hammer and shoot and run motors. You make us proud of our legs, old man. And you left off the head here, The skull found always crumbling neighbor of the ankles. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CARGO MOVING TO GAZA (1988) by MARVIN BELL NAMING FOR LOVE by HAYDEN CARRUTH ONE FAVORED ACORN by ROBERT FROST WHAT THING A BIRD WOULD LOVE by ROBERT FROST A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A FLORIDA GHOST by SIDNEY LANIER BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |