I Am Free.To the laughing mad-cap winds; I enfold All prisoned things, crouchant, wretched and cold In my new warm life. I would lose their bands, Give them crimson, kisses, fame, riches, lands! I'd give them liberty, splendid as light, Sweet as water to desert thirst, the sight Of distant green blur on the blazing sands! 'No more angry words that cut keen like steel; No jealous, dim doubts that sicken the mind And toss it like foam on a maddened sea; No more stupid, half-despised efforts to feel The old passion surge, resistless and blind; I am free, free, free! Dear God, I am free! __Hannah Rea Woodman. |
Tumbleweed
Poems by Hannah Rea Woodman
(Poughkeepsie, N.Y.: A. V. Haight & Company. 1909)
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