Thoughts While Walking

A steel hush freezes the trees.
It is my mind stretched to stiff lace,
And draped on high wide thoughts.

My soul is a large sallow park
And people walk on it, as they do on the park before me.
They numb my levelness with dumb feet,
Yet I cannot even hate them.
 

Credit

This poem is in the public domain. 

About this Poem

“Thoughts While Walking” was published in Volume 3, Number 4 of Others in December 1916.