ALL night the cocks crew, under a moon like day, And I, in the cage of sleep, on a stranger breast, Shed tears, like a task not to be put away -- In the false light, false grief in my happy bed, A labor of tears, held against joy's undoing. I would not wake at your word. I had tears to say. I caught at the bars of the dream, and they were said, And pain's derisive hand had given me rest From the night giving off flames, and the dark renewing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO KNOW IN REVERIE THE ONLY PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE ABSOLUTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON GOING UNNOTICED by ROBERT FROST CALLING DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE PASSING OF THE EX-SLAVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 2 by CLARENCE MAJOR |