When I am Blind to All I See
When I am blind to all I seeAnd go no more the ways I've goneWhat will be left of what is meWhen these, my days and nights, are done?
Though all I am in heart and brainBecome a thing that never was, Dead bone and flesh will lift again Life's wordless glory in the grass.
From Pearls. Reprinted with permission of Kathleen Forsythe, Cogswell's literary executor. Back to Selected Poems