I said: I shall write poignant bitter words Voicing a brittle humor; Wings are grown only to be clipped, Are not broken outlines artistic? I shall wear my scars With supreme nonchalance, Scars are intriguing. With such bold words I sought to stifle pain. But here I am Climbing this high hill That I may be a little nearer the stars, Reaching for a passing comet With my eager hands Which will be burned again. My foolish head is full of song The stars are freely giving, Moonlight will tenderly cover my scars -- But then -- this is living! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JACK CREAMER [OCTOBER 25, 1812] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE THE MOUNT OF OLIVES, SELECTION by ANEIRIN COMOS by ADRA CAROLINE BATCHELDER SAME COTTAGE - BUT ANOTHER SONG, OF ANOTHER SEASON by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM PSALM 5; AUGUST 12, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 5 by BLISS CARMAN |