I Was Born Humble Poem by James Still

I Was Born Humble

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I was born humble. At the foot of mountains
My face was set upon the immensity of earth
And stone; and upon oaks full-bodied and old.
There is so much writ upon the parchment of leaves,
So much of beauty blown upon the winds,
I can but fold my hands and sink my knees
In the leaf-pages. Under the mute trees
I have cried with this scattering of knowledge,
Beneath the flight of birds shaken with this waste
Of wings.

I was born humble. My heart grieves
Beneath this wealth of wisdom perished with the leaves.

Tuesday, January 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,mountains
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 05 January 2016

My face was set upon the immensity of earth and I was born humble at the foot of mountains. Very wise, interesting and amazing expression that shows humble attitudes.10

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James Still

James Still

LaFayette, Alabama, USA
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