Author Stephen Owen I look back — I do not see the ancients; I look ahead — can't see the generations to come I brood on the endlessness of Heaven and Earth, And tears stream down — I stand alone. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments