Article
Rebel
Article
Rebel
At death my soul will not rise on the wings of a dove
To the 'portals of pearl,
But will gyre above, like a wild-hearted hawk above,Where the white clouds swirl;
Tossed about like a leaf in the billowing hollows,Splendid and freeAs a ship leaning away from the wind that followsAcross the sea.
Then will I know the fierceness of ecstasies;Then will I shunHeaven and earth, and turn my unblinking eyesUp to the sun.
From Dartmouth Verse, 1930, copyrighted by the Arts.
