still one of my favorite poems in times of...well...angst...and all that crap...

The Taxi
by Amy Lowell (1874-1925)

When I go away from you
The world beats dead
Like a slackened drum.
I call out for you against the jutted stars
And shout into the ridges of the wind.
Streets coming fast,
One after the other,
Wedge you away from me,
And the lamps of the city prick my eyes
So that I can no longer see your face.
Why should I leave you,
To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?



When Misery speaks, her voice is hoarse and low
It pierces with a savage, primitive chanting
It shatters like splinters of a spirit breaking
It plunges like a blunt blade in one lethal blow
-from the World of Hastang