I shall be all too still some day But now I choose an equal chance To strum the scale of ecstasy And sound the gamut of romance. I seek no cushioned way to love I want to suffer, if I must To be consumed, and then to give My bit of ashes to the dust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OPAL DREAM CAVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SONG OF THE LITTLE WHITE GIRL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE UNKNOWN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE MOUNTAIN WHIPPOORWILL (A GEORGIA ROMANCE) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET HAIL TEESSIDE! by CECIL DAY LEWIS |