This poem was included in the original 1915 edition.
If a man could bite the giant hand That catches and destroys him, As I was bitten by a rat While demonstrating my patent trap, In my hardware store that day. But a man can never avenge himself On the monstrous ogre Life. You enter the room that's being born; And then you must live work out your soul, Of the cross-current in life Which Bring honor to the dead, who lived in shame.
, 4 months ago
this story is about old things or maybe my grandma...
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jade , 6 months ago
nice!