I AM

I am - useless, fool; most stupid of them all;
I am Curse - and hide - and sometimes, never try;
And often (too often) just feeble, small:
And seldom, push and shove and Question, ‘Why?’

There then - that’s me! The seasons seldom see
Much change in this boatful of meanderings;
Stop, and watch how now I crash in the lee
Of some fierce lifewind that’s chanced to fling
Itself around the rocks of all that’s certain,
How on a good day with steady breeze
I wish along in one blind run;

Marvel at this craft’s frailty, how pleased
It is to survive all storms, how estranged
From subtler truths, how - apparently - deranged ...

15/7/00




This poem wonders mockingly what 'I' am.

Here's a poem by Langston Hughes as he thinks about his identity - Theme for English B



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