I grumble over life: I grumble over meat: I carp at everything, For I find grumbling sweet. Like to a pinch of salt To me is bitter strife, It gives, if nothing else, A fiery thirst for life. You think it wrong to squabble? What would you have life be? 'Tis either endless struggle Or endless misery! I grumble over life, For my nature is to grumble: I do not feel at all Happy in being humble. And as for those who think Me silly so to do, I laugh again at them: And then they grumble, too! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 4. DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITH LYGDAMUS by EZRA POUND WILLIAM AND HELEN by GOTTFRIED AUGUST BURGER THE EMPEROR'S BIRD'S-NEST by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE HIGHER PANTHEISM by ALFRED TENNYSON AGAMEMNON: WELCOME TO AGAMEMNON by AESCHYLUS |