I sat there in the dark
of the room and of my mind
thinking of men's treasons and bad faith,
sinking into the pit of my own weakness
before their strength of cunning.
Out over the gardens came the sound of some one
playing five-finger exercises on the piano.
I gathered up within me all my powers
until outside of me was nothing:
I was all —
all stubborn, fighting sadness and revulsion.
[ . . . ]
F.S. Flint's poem "Gloom" was published in the 1916 Some Imagist Poets anthology. To read this poem in full in this publication context, follow the links below:
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