When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum. I call out for you against the jutted stars. And shout into the ridges of the wind. Streets coming fast, One after the other, Wedge you away from me, And the lamps of the city prick my eyes So that I can no longer see your face. Why should I leave you, To wound myself against the sharp edges of the night? —Amy Lowell in @3The Egoist.@1 When I went away from you The world beat dead Like a banjo stringless. Heard I you call against the stars, And the rest of it. But I had to go. For I read the mounting meter of the cab and it appalled me, Frightened me. Any meter terrifies me, if you know what I mean. There ought to be meterless cabs, Just as There is Meterless verse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE UNIVERSITY OF GOTTINGEN by GEORGE CANNING VENICE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 47. BROKEN MUSIC by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE TROOPS by SIEGFRIED SASSOON WOMAN'S BEAUTY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |