Elevation
There are highways in the soul, Heights like pyramids that rise Far beyond earth-veiled eyes, Sweeping through the barless skies O'er the line where daylight dies — There are highways in the soul!
Georgia Douglas Johnson
There are highways in the soul, Heights like pyramids that rise Far beyond earth-veiled eyes, Sweeping through the barless skies O'er the line where daylight dies — There are highways in the soul!
At first glance, the poem might sound like it describes a landscape, but its real territory is inward. Johnson imagines the soul as containing vast highways and pyramid-like heights that rise far beyond what ordinary, earth-bound eyes can see.
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