I can wade Grief

I can wade Grief —

Whole Pools of it —

I'm used to that —

But the least push of Joy

Breaks up my feet —

And I tip — drunken —

Let no Pebble — smile —

'Twas the New Liquor —

That was all!

Power is only Pain —

Stranded, thro' Discipline,

Till Weights — will hang —

Give Balm — to Giants —

And they'll wilt, like Men —

Give Himmaleh —

They'll Carry — Him!