Emotions and Feelings

I burned my life, that I might find A passion wholly of the mind, Thought divorced from eye and bone, Ecstasy come to breath alone.

Farewell sadness Good morning sadness. 2

a hopeless case if—listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go

unless statistics lie he was more brave than me:more blond than you.

when the world is puddle-wonderful

Why is it no one ever sent me yet One perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it’s always just my luck to get

Guns aren’t lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live.

Guns aren’t lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live.

Four be the things I’d been better without: Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.

Four be the things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.

Four be the things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.

Courage was mine, and I had mystery, Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery: To miss the march of this retreating world Into vain citadels that are not walled.

What passing bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons.

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,— My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

We, the rescued, Beg you: Show us your sun, but gradually. Lead us from star to star, step by step. Be gentle when you teach us to live again. 2

I am caught like a beast at bay. Somewhere are people, freedom, light, But all I hear is the baying of the pack, There is no way out for me.

But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?

But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?

I am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees’ hypocrisy. To live your life is not as simple as to cross a field. 1

If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot.

Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack, Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!

Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth, Stealing my breath of life, I must confess I love this cultured hell that tests my youth! Her vigor flows like tides into my blood, Giving me strength erect against her hate. Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.

Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth, Stealing my breath of life, I must confess I love this cultured hell that tests my youth! Her vigor flows like tides into my blood, Giving me strength erect against her hate. Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.