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...PARAGRAPHS: 16 by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SACRAL DREAMS OF RAMON FERNANDEZ by JAMES GALVIN THE RETURN (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE DESIRE OF NATIONS by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HILDRUP TUBBS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |