I’ve dropped my Brain — My Soul is numb —

I’ve dropped my Brain — My Soul is numb —
The Veins that used to run
Stop palsied — ’tis Paralysis
Done perfecter on stone

Vitality is Carved and cool.
My nerve in Marble lies —
A Breathing Woman
Yesterday — Endowed with Paradise.

Not dumb — I had a sort that moved —
A Sense that smote and stirred —
Instincts for Dance — a caper part —
An Aptitude for Bird —

Who wrought Carrara in me
And chiselled all my tune
Were it a Witchcraft — were it Death —
I’ve still a chance to strain

To Being, somewhere — Motion — Breath —
Though Centuries beyond,
And every limit a Decade —
I’ll shiver, satisfied.

1 Comment

  1. muneer odeh says:

    THE POETESS FINDS THAT DEATH WILL ORDAIN HER A HAPPY LIFE IN PARADISE.SHE IS NOW PARALYSED AND CAN BE WITHOUT EFFECT AS HER HARSHIPS ARE TOO MUCH TO TOLERATE.THE SPIRITUAL TONE IN THIS OUTSTANDING AND DISTINGUISHED AMERICAN POETESS IS THE OUTCOME OF RELIGIOUS FAMILY BACKGROUND.HER POEMS TRULY STRENGTHEN MY BELIEF AND SERVE A REMINDER OF THE HEREAFETR.

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