Daily Maroon - Oct 6, 1928
Not holding blame
Or even feeling that there should be shame
Just ... blue
Can't say it didn't hurt
Things do ...
When I have grown very desolate
When everything is crude
And new ...
I think there must be vision in my seeing
And ... I'm blue!
What hurts -- I asked so little
Not love or passion
These might have come
Only quietude, a slim hand, a friend
Could have been everything to me
Then you failed and something very beautiful
Went out of my life
A faint; sick feeling ...
But I suppose
"The ancient, outworn, Puritanic traditions"
I've flouted and hated
There's nothing for you to regret
But still ... I'm blue.
The Blind Tiger.