The Explorer *
I cannot dance in simple bliss
To the tinkling symbols of the age;
Or join with full abandon
The parade of waving flags;
Or step with unmixed joy
To the strains of another's song;
Or choose between ploughshares and the sword
As those who chant for peace or war.
I press beyond the soothing myth,
Beyond the parables of truth
To a land of tingling consciousness,
Of pure, if thinner air.
Oh, many have been lost here,
The landmarks are very few,
But whatever I may find,
I shall report to you.
* from March Through Russia and Other Poems (1969) by Ted P. Daly. Philadelphia, Pa.: Dorrance & Company