How most unworthy, echoing in mine ears, The verse sounds on: life, love, experience, art Fused into grief and, like a grief-filled heart Where all emotion tends and turns to tears, Broken by its own strength of passion and need; Unworthy, though the bitter waters start In these dim eyes, reviewing thought and word: The high desire, the faint accomplished deed, Unuttered love and loss, and feverish Beatings against a gate forever barred. Yet over and again I range and read The blotted page, returning leaf and leaf, And half-believe the words are what I wish, And pore upon my verse, and court my grief,-- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE UNKNOWN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PORTRAIT OF ONE DEAD by CONRAD AIKEN FRAGMENTARY BLUE by ROBERT FROST TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL THE FOUR BROTHERS by CARL SANDBURG |