Nights without sleep and days That burn like smoldering fire, Nerves with the ceaseless cry Of wind in a tight-drawn wire -- Years of this leaving me nothing But a handful of songs like these, That people think were happily written In an hour of ease. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE A POEM AGAINST THE WAR IN VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH A PARADOX by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL FROM THE AGES WITH A SMILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS; ON HEARING A SKYLARK SING by GEORGE SANTAYANA TONE PICTURE (MALIPIERO: IMPRESSONI DAL VERO) by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER |