For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns, Extremes too hard to comprehend at. once Yet nothing I should care to leave behind. With all I have to hold with hand and mind And heart, if need be, I will do my best. To keep their building balanced at my breast. I crouch down to prevent them as they fall; Then sit down in the middle of them all. I had to drop the armful in the road And try to stack them in a better load. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VICARIOUS ATONEMENT by RICHARD ALDINGTON ODE TO THE JOHNS HOPKINS UNIVERSITY by SIDNEY LANIER THE SONG OF THE SHEPHERDS by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMOS SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONNET by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |