Myself
Read 'Myself' by 'Robert Creeley' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
What, younger, felt
was possible, now knows
is not - but still
not chanted enough -
Walked by the sea,
unchanged in memory -
evening, as clouds
on the far-off rim
of water float,
pictures of time,
smoke, faintness -
still the dream.
I want, if older,
still to know
why, human, men
and women are
so torn, so lost,
why hopes cannot
find better world
than this.
Shelley is dead and gone,
who said,
"Taught them not this -
to know themselves;
their might could not repress
the mutiny within,
And for the morn
of truth they feigned,
deep night
Caught them ere evening . . ."
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