“Confessional” by Iris Tree


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:


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