I am content to live it all again  
  And yet again, if it be life to pitch  
  Into the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch,  
  A blind man battering blind men;  
  Or into that most fecund ditch of all,  
  The folly that man does  
  Or must suffer, if he woos  
  A proud woman not kindred of his soul.
II, st. 3 - The Winding Stair and Other Poems (1933) - A Dialogue of Self and Soul











