I TAKE as my master, not you nor myself nor the past: But Life. Every chain I break is for the sake of the eternal irons: I snap the links that bind me to you and you: I crack away from the chaining appetites of myself: And surrender to the manacles of the procreant Power of the world. Then am I a careful instrument used ruthlessly: Quickly may the tool break and be shattered: The risk is enormous: But better to be a brief tool in the hands of Power Than be a weighty long-lived instrument rusting in your hands, my human masters. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A STRANGE CITY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS VERSES SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY ALEXANDER SELKIRK by WILLIAM COWPER NO BABY IN THE HOUSE by CLARA G. DOLLIVER |