Fair and scornful, do thy worst. I can laugh until I burst. Thou canst not breed me so much care As will blanch or change a hair. I cannot whine, I cannot cry, Nor put the finger in the eye, But I can scowl and look askew And I can scorn as well as you. Fair and scornful, do thy worst. I can laugh until thou burst. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SHE WEEPS OVER RAHOON by JAMES JOYCE ON A PALMETTO by SIDNEY LANIER TO BAYARD TAYLOR by SIDNEY LANIER A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1809) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A FOOL, A FOUL THING, A DISTRESSFUL LUNATIC by MARIANNE MOORE |