

Discover more from Dead Poets Daily
No commentary, no ads, just poems from the greats.
Continue reading
If they should bring him the shock of a sudden gladness It would be best to prepare him a little, saying: “Careful, careful, careful! A great joy is coming!” All his years go by in a blur of whiteness— They are faces lying on life for a flash and forgotten, That rise as drowning faces and disappear.