Stephen Crane

                    Love forgive me if I wish you grief
                    For in your grief
                    You huddle to my breast
                    And for it
                    Would I pay the price of your grief

                    You walk among men
                    And all men do not surrender
                    And this I understand
                    That love reaches his hand
                    In mercy to me.

                    He had your picture in his room
                    A scurvy traitor picture
                    And he smiled
                    - Merely a fat complacence
                    Of men who know fine women -
                    And thus I divided with him
                    A part of my love

                    Fool, not to know that thy little shoe
                    Can make men weep!
                    - Some men weep.
                    I weep and I gnash
                    And I love the little shoe
                    The little, little shoe.

                    God give me medals
                    God give me loud honors
                    That I may strut before you, sweetheart
                    And be worthy of -
                    - The love I bear you.

                    Now let me crunch you
                    With full weight of affrighted love
                    I doubted you
                    - I doubted you -
                    And in this short doubting
                    My love grew like a genie
                    For my further undoing.

                    Beware of my Mends
                    Be not in speech too ├▒ivil
                    For in all courtesy
                    My weak heart sees spectres,
                    Mists of desires
                    Arising from the lips of my chosen
                    Be not civil.

                    The flower I gave thee once
                    Was incident to a stride
                    A detail of a gesture
                    But search those pale petals
                    And see engraven thereon
                    A record of my intention.

This poem is public domain

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