Sonnets to a Red-Haired Lady - Part 34
I DID not wish to love thee, for I hate
To have a woman clinging to my soul:
My gods have made it hard to seek their goal
Without the burden of that added weight.
Some men there be, triumphant over fate,
Who say they gain more freedom through control
Of a binding love that dominates the whole
Of them; I find it hard to abdicate —
Will Love let no man call his soul his own?
Whether I walk in shadow or in sun
My spirit dies unless I walk alone;
I loathe this cant that says two souls grow one!
But thou wilt call it infidelity
Unless I share my jealous gods with thee.
To have a woman clinging to my soul:
My gods have made it hard to seek their goal
Without the burden of that added weight.
Some men there be, triumphant over fate,
Who say they gain more freedom through control
Of a binding love that dominates the whole
Of them; I find it hard to abdicate —
Will Love let no man call his soul his own?
Whether I walk in shadow or in sun
My spirit dies unless I walk alone;
I loathe this cant that says two souls grow one!
But thou wilt call it infidelity
Unless I share my jealous gods with thee.
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