I have
struggled
in vain, my decision was fruitless,
Why then do I wait?
American Poetry - 1922
... Rain falls on the water
And pelts it, and rings it with silver. The willow trees glisten,
The sparrows chirp under the eaves; but the face in my heart
Is a secret of music.... I wait in the rain and am silent."
Listen again!... It says: "I have worked, I am tired,
The pencil dulls in my hand: I see through the window
Walls upon walls of windows with faces behind them,
Smoke floating up to the sky, an ascension of seagulls.
I am tired.
I have
struggled
in vain, my decision was fruitless,
Why then do I wait?
with darkness, so easy, at hand!...
But to-morrow, perhaps.... I will wait and endure till
to-morrow!..."
Or again: "It is dark. The decision is made. I am vanquished
By terror of life.
