Monday, 27 June 2011

You Who Ask Peace

You who as peace, peace is not in your nature,
        You cannot hope to rest,
Born as you were with that implacable creature
        Rooted in your breast.

Adamant is the heart, adamant, lonely, cruel,
        Beating against the bone,
Asking a savage question, the necessary fuel
        By which it lives alone.

Asking a savage question and not resigned,
        The starving heart
Takes its revenge upon the nobler mind
        And tears your peace apart.

No comments: