I see you, refulgent ones, <br />Burning so steadily <br />Like big white arc lights… <br />There are so many of you. <br />I like to watch you weaving - <br />Altogether and with precision <br />Each his ray - <br />Your tracery of light, <br />Making a shining way about America. <br /> <br />I note your infinite reactions - <br />In glassware <br />And sequin <br />And puddles <br />And bits of jet - <br />And here and there a diamond… <br /> <br />But you do not yet see me, <br />Who am a torch blown along the wind, <br />Flickering to a spark <br />But never out.<br /><br />Lola Ridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-others-2/
