I STAND between them and the outer winds, But I am a crumbling wall. They told me they could bear the blast alone, They told me: that was all. But I must wedge myself between Them and the first snowfall. Riddled am I by onslaughts and attacks I thought I could forestall; I reared and braced myself to shelter them Before I heard them call. I cry them, God, a better shield! I am about to fall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE BEING ALL ONE by ROBERT FROST SYNOPSIS OF A FAILED POEM by JAMES GALVIN THE GARDEN BY MOONLIGHT by AMY LOWELL A JOYFUL SONG OF FIVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 8 by EZRA POUND |