For Answer Bug: Theodore Dreiser – For Answer
The Dark,
The rain,
The wind,
And these too cold regrets
That now,
Without,
Within,
My soul
Clatter and mourn and squeal
Against my life-
Its Follies,
Its defeats.
And yet,
This misery ended,
Rain no more,-
Nor mood,
Nor sun,
Nor hope,
Nor pain,
Nor life,-
Where then shall I-
Where then shall I-
Again
To make my heart to know its beat,
My soul itself,
My life its lust,
Where then shall I
Find rain,
Or wind,
Or dark,
Or moods
Or vain regrets
To whip and mourn and squeal
And make me live?
