Failure

This poem has inherent suspense. It is an interesting question of whether in the great courts God ever existed or not, versus, did the God refuse to appear as the poet showed disrespect and anger. It is almost like, I think, the most intriguing question of, can we really control our future as we desire. Either affirmative or negative answers to this question can not be proven!

And I guess, that explains the title too.

“Because God put His adamantine fate
    Between my sullen heart and its desire,
I swore that I would burst the Iron Gate,
    Rise up, and curse Him on His throne of fire.
Earth shuddered at my crown of blasphemy,
    But Love was as a flame about my feet;
    Proud up the Golden Stair I strode; and beat
Thrice on the Gate, and entered with a cry --

All the great courts were quiet in the sun,
    And full of vacant echoes: moss had grown
Over the glassy pavement, and begun
    To creep within the dusty council-halls.
An idle wind blew round an empty throne
    And stirred the heavy curtains on the walls.”

by Rupert Brooke