UNDERSTANDING, AND ONE'S OWN HOME
IT'S terrible when one can't get understanding in one's own family!
Papa has very little real sympathy for advanced ideas. And as for Mamma!
Sometimes I think I shall write!
Express myself, my real Ego, in Song.
Not rhymes, of course. If I worked a year I couldn't make two lines rhyme.
But rhyme is going out, anyhow.
Vers libre is all the rage now.
We took it up not long ago—our Little Group of Serious Thinkers, you know—and I feel confident it is My Medium of Expression.
It is so untrammeled, isn't it?
And one should be untrammeled, both in Art and Life, shouldn't one?
Often I ask myself, at the close of day: "Have I been untrammeled today? Or have I failed?"
If I could put my real Ego—and how wonderful the Ego is, isn't it?—into vers libre, even Papa might understand me.
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