Words for the Chisel (collection)/Quarrel
For works with similar titles, see Quarrel.
Quarrel
Stop fighting! It's the armour that I hate
And not the boy beneath it. Will you run
Out from your anger, put the quarrel straight—
(I will not always be the vanquished one!)
And not the boy beneath it. Will you run
Out from your anger, put the quarrel straight—
(I will not always be the vanquished one!)
Or shall we go on raging, while we wait
Each for the other to come crying out
Like demons in the bible, so too late,
With frantic tears, bewildered by a doubt:
Each for the other to come crying out
Like demons in the bible, so too late,
With frantic tears, bewildered by a doubt:
If I must anger and possess you so
And make you turn on me so black an eye
Your anger may not let you out but grow
To be your only being, by and by;
And make you turn on me so black an eye
Your anger may not let you out but grow
To be your only being, by and by;
And we will go down clattering at last,
Two empty people, murderously fast.
Two empty people, murderously fast.