Frost, Robert - Far star that tickles for me my sensitive plate
Type of Spiritual Experience
A description of the experience
Robert Frost – from The Poetry of Robert Frost
Far star that tickles for me my sensitive plate
And fries a couple of ebon atoms white
I don't believe a thing you state.
I put no faith in the seeming facts of light.
I don't believe I believe you're the last in space
I don't believe you're anywhere near the last,
I don't believe what makes you red in the face
Is after explosion going away so fast
The universe may or may not be very immense.
As a matter of fact there are times when I am apt
To feel it close in tight against my sense
Like a caul in which I was born and still am wrapped