Color (Cullen)/Harsh World That Lashest Me
Harsh World That
Lashest Me
(For Walter White)
HARSH World that lashest me each day,Dub me not cowardly becauseI seem to find no sudden way To throttle you or clip your claws.No force compels me to the wound Whereof my body bears the scar;Although my feet are on the ground, Doubt not my eyes are on a star.
You cannot keep me captive, World, Entrammeled, chained, spit on, and spurned.More free than all your flags unfurled, I give my body to be burned.I mount my cross because I will, I drink the hemlock which you giveFor wine which you withhold—and still, Because I will not die, I live.
I live because an ember in Me smoulders to regain its fire,Because what is and what has been Not yet have conquered my desire.I live to prove the groping clod Is surely more than simple dust;I live to see the breath of God Beatify the carnal crust.
But when I will, World, I can go, Though triple bronze should wall me round,Slip past your guard as swift as snow, Translated without pain or sound.Within myself is lodged the key To that vast room of couches laidFor those too proud to live and see Their dreams of light eclipsed in shade.