"If we must die, O let us nobly die, So that our precious blood may not be shed In vain; then even the monsters we def…"

"Deep in the secret chambers of my heart I muse my life-long hate, and without flinch I bear it nobly as I live my part."

"Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth, Stealing my breath of life, I …"

"The wine-flushed, bold-eyed boys, and even the girls, Devoured her with their eager, passionate gaze; But looking at …"

"The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet, A chafing savage, down the decent street; And passion rends my vitals …"

"Oh, I must keep my heart inviolate Against the potent poison of your hate."

"I have forgotten much, but still remember The poinsettia's red, blood-red in warm December."

"Oh some I know! I have embalmed the days, Even the sacred moments when we played, All innocent of passion, uncorrupt,…"

"Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack, Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!"

"And, hungry for the old, familiar ways, I turned aside and bowed my head and wept."