SIX boards belong to me: I do not know where they may be; If growing green, or lying dry In a cockloft nigh. Some morning I shall claim them, And who may then possess will aim them To bring to me those boards I need With thoughtful speed. But though they hurry so To yield me mine, I shall not know How well my want they'll have supplied When notified. Those boards and I -- how much In common we, of feel and touch Shall share thence on, -- earth's far core-quakings, Hill-shocks, tide-shakings -- Yea, hid where none will note, The once live tree and man, remote From mundane hurt as if on Venus, Mars, Or furthest stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RHYTHM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IS YOUR TOWN NINEVEH? by MARIANNE MOORE HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 12 by EZRA POUND NIGHT PIECE (2) by EDITH SITWELL GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: HOME TO FARGO by KAREN SWENSON THE BARMAID AND THE ALEXANDRITE by KAREN SWENSON |