I have written them, keen, and sarcastic, and long, With righteously wrathful intent, Not a stroke undeserved nor a censure too strong; And some, alas! some of them went! I have written them, challenging, eager to fight, All hot with a merited ire; And some of them chanced to be kept overnight, And mailed, the next day -- in the fire! Ah, blessed the letters that happily go On errands of kindliness bent; But much of my peace and my fortune I owe To the letters I never have sent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHITE NOCTURNE by CONRAD AIKEN OUR CAMP; IN THE AUTUMN WOODS by ROBERT FROST ONE OF THE LEAST OF THESE, MY LITTLE ONE' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON I WANT TO LIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON CARPACCIO'S PICTURE: THE DREAM OF ST. URSALA; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |