Alice Corbin

(1881-1949 / United States)

O World - Poem by Alice Corbin

O world that changes under my hand,
O brown world, bitter and bright,
And full of hidden recesses
Of love and light

O world, what use would there be to me
Of power beyond power
To change, or establish new balance,
To build, or deflower?

O world, what use would there be?
Had I the Creator's fire,
1 could not build you nearer
To my heart's desire!

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010



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