Oh, I have tried to laugh the pain away,
Let new flames brush my love-springs like a feather.
But the old fever seizes me to-day,
As sickness grips a soul in wretched weather.
I have given up myself to every urge,
With not a care of precious powers spent,
Have bared my body to the strangest scourge,
To soothe and deaden my heart's unhealing rent.
But you have torn a nerve out of my frame,
A gut that no physician can replace,
And reft my life of happiness and aim.
Oh what new purpose shall I now embrace?
What substance hold, what lovely form pursue,
When my thought burns through everything to you?
Futility
Claude Mckay
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Poem topics: I love you, away, happiness, heart, life, pain, weather, soul, embrace, feather, sickness, laugh, precious, purpose, hold, body, fever, thought, substance, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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