Anatomy
By chance my fingers, resting on my face, Stayed suddenly where in its orbit shone The lamp of all things beautiful; then on, Following more heedfully, did softly trace Each arch and prominence and hollow place That shall revealed be when all else is gone - Warmth, colour, roundness - to oblivion, And nothing left but darkness and disgrace. Life like a moment passed seemed then to be; A transient dream this raiment that it wore; While spelled my hand out its mortality Made certain all that had seemed doubt before: Proved - O how vaguely, yet how lucidly! - How much death does; and yet can do no more.
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"By chance my fingers, resting on my face,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Walter De La Mare delivers a powerful performance in "Anatomy"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...