I shall be all too still some day But now I choose an equal chance To strum the scale of ecstasy And sound the gamut of romance. I seek no cushioned way to love I want to suffer, if I must To be consumed, and then to give My bit of ashes to the dust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRANSLUCENT FINGERS by MALCOLM COWLEY SONNET TO THOSE WHO SEE BUT DARKLY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMI GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONG OF THE OPEN COUNTRY by DOROTHY PARKER A SENSE OF DIRECTION by KAREN SWENSON |