Humdrum
If I had a million lives to live and a million deaths to die in a million humdrum worlds, I’d like to change my name and have a new house number to go by each and every time I died and started life all over again. I wouldn’t want the same name every time and the same old house number always, dying a million deaths, dying one by one a million times: —would you? or you? or you?
Credit
This poem is in the public domain. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on August 12, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.
About this Poem
“Humdrum” was published in Others for 1919: An Anthology of the New Verse (N. L. Brown, 1920).
Date Published
01/01/1919