THE POST BOX
THEREis something very wonderfulIn the posting of a letter—So few acts have the clarity of this.A clear-cut, forceful and far-reaching actOf pain or bliss,So it may be:Irrevocable in the subtlest way—To-day—You see?The post box flashes redA sign and seal of dominating lawThrough April green, or hard and glittering whiteOf winter snow.One may have vacillated day and night,Longing to end the turmoil, stress and strain,Questioning what is best or wise or right—And then post box gleams red!Cutting clean through the world of indecisionLike a shoutOf triumph!Then a soft flat thud—Like tiny echo floating outFrom a beyond of peace.The letter falls—Decisive act, prisoned in four red walls.
THEREis something very wonderfulIn the posting of a letter—So few acts have the clarity of this.A clear-cut, forceful and far-reaching actOf pain or bliss,So it may be:Irrevocable in the subtlest way—To-day—You see?The post box flashes redA sign and seal of dominating lawThrough April green, or hard and glittering whiteOf winter snow.One may have vacillated day and night,Longing to end the turmoil, stress and strain,Questioning what is best or wise or right—And then post box gleams red!Cutting clean through the world of indecisionLike a shoutOf triumph!Then a soft flat thud—Like tiny echo floating outFrom a beyond of peace.The letter falls—Decisive act, prisoned in four red walls.
THEREis something very wonderfulIn the posting of a letter—So few acts have the clarity of this.A clear-cut, forceful and far-reaching actOf pain or bliss,So it may be:Irrevocable in the subtlest way—To-day—You see?The post box flashes redA sign and seal of dominating lawThrough April green, or hard and glittering whiteOf winter snow.One may have vacillated day and night,Longing to end the turmoil, stress and strain,Questioning what is best or wise or right—And then post box gleams red!Cutting clean through the world of indecisionLike a shoutOf triumph!Then a soft flat thud—Like tiny echo floating outFrom a beyond of peace.
THEREis something very wonderful
In the posting of a letter—
So few acts have the clarity of this.
A clear-cut, forceful and far-reaching act
Of pain or bliss,
So it may be:
Irrevocable in the subtlest way—
To-day—
You see?
The post box flashes red
A sign and seal of dominating law
Through April green, or hard and glittering white
Of winter snow.
One may have vacillated day and night,
Longing to end the turmoil, stress and strain,
Questioning what is best or wise or right—
And then post box gleams red!
Cutting clean through the world of indecision
Like a shout
Of triumph!
Then a soft flat thud—
Like tiny echo floating out
From a beyond of peace.
The letter falls—Decisive act, prisoned in four red walls.
The letter falls—
Decisive act, prisoned in four red walls.