IN a heavy time I dogged myself Along a louring way, Till my leading self to my following self Said: "Why do you hang on me So harassingly?" "I have watched you, Heart of mine," I cried, "So often going astray And leaving me, that I have pursued, Feeling such truancy Ought not to be." He said no more, and I dogged him on From noon to the dun of day By prowling paths, until anew He begged: "Please turn and flee! -- What do you see?" "Methinks I see a man," said I, "Dimming his hours to gray. I will not leave him while I know Part of myself is he Who dreams such dree!" "I go to my old friend's house," he urged, "So do not watch me, pray!" "Well, I will leave you in peace," said I, "Though of this poignancy You should fight free: "Your friend, O other me, is dead; You know not what you say." -- "That do I! And at his green-grassed door By night's bright galaxy I bend a knee." -- The yew-plumes moved like mockers' beards Though only boughs were they, And I seemed to go; yet still was there, And am, and there haunt we Thus bootlessly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THOMAS HARDY by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW PENDULUM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MOTHER NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE TOURNAMENT by SIDNEY LANIER THE ROAD TO AVIGNON by AMY LOWELL STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 4. NEW JERSEY by CLARENCE MAJOR |