William Snodgrass
William Snodgrass
along catch darkness edges gone lived love man proud rejected sang sour sweet tone
Sweet beast, I have gone prowling, a proud rejected man who lived along the edges catch as catch can; in darkness and in hedges I sang my sour tone and all my love was howling conspicuously alone.
along catch darkness gone lived love proud rejected sang sour sweet
Sweet beast, I have gone prowling,a proud rejected manwho lived along the edgescatch as catch can;in darkness and in hedgesI sang my sour toneand all my love was howlingconspicuously alone.
divorce drained eyes force regret sick unspoken
Before we drained out one another's force With lies, self-denial, unspoken regret And the sick eyes that blame; before the divorce And the treachery.
dead happened leaves man piles stopped turned
I happened to findYour picture. That picture. I stopped there cold,Like a man raking piles of dead leaves in his yardWho has turned up a severed hand.
dead happened leaves man piles stopped turned yard
I happened to find Your picture. That picture. I stopped there cold, Like a man raking piles of dead leaves in his yard Who has turned up a severed hand.
choose free power refuse
Of all things, only we have power to choose that we should die; nothing else is free in this world to refuse it.
experience futile life social taught
After experience taught me that all the ordinarySurroundings of social life are futile and vain. . . .
experience futile life ordinary social taught
After experience taught me that all the ordinary Surroundings of social life are futile and vain. . . .
choose power refuse
Of all things, only wehave power to choose that we should die;nothing else is freein this world to refuse it.
drained eyes sick unspoken
Before we drained out one another's forceWith lies, self-denial, unspoken regretAnd the sick eyes that blame; before the divorceAnd the treachery.
cry heard nights whipped
You still whispered you would not die. Yet in the nights I heard you cry Like a whipped child. . . .