Departure
It’s little I care what path I take,
And where it leads it’s little I care;
But out of this house,
lest my heart break, I must go,
and off somewhere.
It’s little I know what’s in my heart,
What’s in my mind it’s little I know,
But there’s that in me must up and start,
And it’s little I care where my feet go.
I wish I could walk for a day and a night,
And find me at dawn in a desolate place
With never the rut of a road in sight,
Nor the roof of a house, nor the eyes of a face.
I wish I could walk till my blood should spout,
And drop me, never to stir again,
On a shore that is wide, for the tide is out,
And the weedy rocks are bare to the rain.
But dump or dock, where the path I take
Brings up, it’s little enough I care;
And it’s little I’d mind the fuss they’ll make,
Huddled dead in a ditch somewhere.
it’s a fabulous poem!
Hello there Josimar! Yes, it is a wonderful poem. Are you a fan of Edna St. Vincent Millay? It captures so much energy, so beautiful.