I would bathe myself in strangeness: These comforts heaped upon me, smother me! I burn, I scald so for the new, New friends, new faces, Places! Oh to be out of this, This that is all I wanted -- save the new. And you, Love, you the much, the more desired! Do I not loathe all walls, streets, stones, All mire, mist, all fog, All ways of traffic? You, I would have flow over me like water, Oh, but far out of this! Grass, and low fields, and hills, And sun, Oh, sun enough! Out, and alone, among some Alien people! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: DEATH-WARNINGS by FRANCISCO GOMEZ DE QUEVEDO Y VILLEGAS THE MASTER by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE CHILD ALONE: 3. MY KINGDOM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON DEATH AND THE LADY; THEIR BARGAIN TOLD AGAIN by LEONIE ADAMS AN ODE OF ANACREON by ANACREON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 4. THE OLD VALLEY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |