Once, long ago-if I remember rightly-my life was a sumptuous feast, where all hearts opened and all wines flowed. One night, I set Beauty on my lap. -And found her bitter. -And reviled her. I rebelled against justice. I fled. Oh witches, oh misery and hatred, @3you@1 have been the guardians of my treasure. At last I banished all human hope from my mind. Upon each joy, to strangle it, I made the soundless spring of a wild beast. I summoned the executioners so that, dying, I might bite the butts of their guns. I summoned the scourges to choke me with blood and sand. Misfortune was my god. I sprawled in the mire. I dried myself off in the crime-filled air. And I played some fine tricks on madness. Then spring brought me the idiot's frightful laugh. Of late, however, since I nearly squawked my last, I have again toyed with the idea of seeking the key to the bygone feast, where perhaps I might revive my appetite. Charity is the key! -An inspiration which proves I have been dreaming! "You shall remain a hyena, etc.," shrieks the demon who crowned me with such amiable poppies. "Earn death with all your appetites, and your selfishness and all the capital sins." Ah! I've had too much already: -But dear Satan, I implore you, don't scowl at me so! And while awaiting my few little misdeeds in arrears, you who love in writers the absence of descriptive or edifying talents, I shall detach for you these sparse hideous pages from my notebook of the damned. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A REPUBLIC! by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE FOUNTAIN (1) by SARA TEASDALE ON THE TRAIN by RUTH NOEL BENNETT WRITTEN IN ZIMMERMAN'S SOLITUDE by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS APRIL BYEWAY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |