William Stanley Braithwaite
A White Road - Poem by William Stanley Braithwaite
A white road between sea and land,
Night and silence on either hand
Pointing to some unknown gate
A white forefinger of fate.
I follow, I follow I ll wend
My way on this road to the end;
Silence may keep to the sea,
On land no light shines free.
Bend low impenetrable sky
Through your shades my road runs high:
It needs no stars to guide
No measuring sea-tide.
I breathe the imperishable breath,
I trespass the bounds of death -
For my heart knows all the way
To the eternal day.
Comments about A White Road by William Stanley Braithwaite
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You