I never hear the word escape
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation,
A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars,—
Only to fail again!


Life, p. 22 - Collected Poems (1993)


I never hear the word escape Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad By soldiers battered...

I never hear the word escape Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad By soldiers battered...

I never hear the word escape Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad By soldiers battered...

I never hear the word escape Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad By soldiers battered...