Confessional
I could explain
The complicated lore that drags the soul
From what shall profit him
To gild damnation with his choicest gold.
But you
Are poring over precious books and do not hear
Our plaintive, frivolous songs;
[ . . . ]
Iris Tree's poem "Confessional" was published in 1917 in the third "cycle" of the Wheels anthology. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the links below: