Poems (Jordan)/Unexpressed

by Rebecca Queen Jordan

For works with similar titles, see Unexpressed.

UNEXPRESSED

I felt the stirring of a Thought within My soul, and deftly placed the ready brain—An empty cradle—to receive it, when, Full-formed, it should be freed from primal pain.And, for the body-covered life, I quick Did seize a pen, a rare word-dress, to shape,To clothe it, 'ere the spirit should escape The fragile frame. But what fantastic trickIs this?—I read,—yes, fully 'tis arrayed, But in the shapeless shroud my hands have made!