How to Find Your Name
in the Norton Anthology of
Poetry
1 Yearn to be plain as life.
Oh, to be in England. The
universe,
rooted in one dear perpetual place,
names (for these were men)
a child,
madness,
eye (love’s firmament),
harp (I would them play on gold),
elves also.
Rise and set;
either be hot or cold.
2Johnson, this power has praise that virtue
scarce can warm—
as of a fox, or of a cok and hen—
night’s starred face.
Enemy, divorce me: untie or break
that knot again.