Cotmania. Vol. XI. 1935-6

{Cutting of a poem}

THE STRENUOUS LIFE
On the cabin roof I lie
Gazing into vacancy.
Make no noise and break no jest,
I am peaceful and at rest.
Somewhere back in days gone by
I did something-was it I?
Do not ask: I have forgot
Whether it was I or not.
Sometime I may have to do
Something else; but so may you.
Do not argue, but admit
That we need not think of it.
Thought has ever been my foe;
That is so. Yes. That is so.
On the cabin roof I lie
Gazing into vacancy.