Anger lay by me all night long,
His breath was hot upon my brow,
He told me of my burning wrong,
All night he talked and would not go.
He stood by me all through the day,
Struck from my hand the book, the pen;
He said: ‘Hear first what I’ve to say,
And sing, if you’ve the heart to, then.’
And can I cast him from my couch?
And can I lock him from my room?
Ah no, his honest words are such
That he’s my true-lord, and my doom.
(Elizabeth Daryush)
More Poetry from Elizabeth Daryush:
Elizabeth Daryush Poems based on Topics: Anger, Books- Children of Wealth in your Warm Nursery (Elizabeth Daryush Poems)
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- You Should at Times Go Out (Elizabeth Daryush Poems)
- Still-life (Elizabeth Daryush Poems)
- The Railroad (Elizabeth Daryush Poems)