This is in the nature of a prelude to the entire group of poems. WANTING is -- what? Summer redundant, Blueness abundant, -- Where is the blot? Beamy the world, yet a blank all the same, -- Framework which waits for a picture to frame: What of the leafage, what of the flower? Roses embowering with naught they embower! Come then, complete incompletion, O comer, Pant through the blueness, perfect the summer! Breathe but one breath Rose-beauty above, And all that was death Grows life, grows love, Grows love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR OUR BETTER GRACES by JAMES GALVIN LOST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMI GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE VISION by GEORGE SANTAYANA SELLING HER ENGAGEMENT RING by KAREN SWENSON FETES GALANTES: ROMANCES SANS PAROLE, SELECTION by PAUL VERLAINE |