To a Young Poet Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird. Bird and wing together Go down, one feather. No thing that ever flew, Not the lark, not you, Can die as others do.

Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! And all for a pledge that was not pledged by me, I have kissed thy crust and eaten sparingly That I might eat again, and met thy sneers With deprecations, and thy blows with tears.

Catch from the board of beauty/ Such careless crumbs as fall.

That which has quelled me, lives with me, Accomplice in catastrophe.

If ever I said in grief or pride, I'd tired of honest things, I lied.

She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes.

When I can make Of ten small words a rope to hang the world! "I had you and I have you now no more.