pain at fraud, believing in my own principle of joy, that if I would live as I imagine, each difficulty must be turned to my employ; that when I discover its use, nothing is left by which I may refuse my joy, for in my possession is the meaning, and I am of what each meaning consists, giving as its reason that myself exists. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE ECSTASY by HAYDEN CARRUTH UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN SURFACES AND MASKS; 3 by CLARENCE MAJOR THE CANDLE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD VICTORY IN DEFEAT by EDWIN MARKHAM |