Poems about clutch
Whom We Can Never Do It
nowhere to hide my dazzled face
i tied him too
i had not strength to hold
yet have no art to say
that you never do it
but did not finish, some way back,
whom we have never seen
cannot testify
as did ourselves partake
we almost cease to fear
to know just how he suffered would be dear
whom we can never learn
he must have achieved in person
within the clutch of thought
the angle of a landscape