It is best now
to give suffering its way with me,
like a sea with a stone,
and let the spray which is others' joy—
the spray dancing on those
I bumped against
while bounding and tumbling and rolling here—
give me content.

carves smoothness
which cannot cut any longer—
should I roll again. 


This poem is in the public domain.

About this Poem

"Stones" appeared in Others: An Anthology of the New Verse (Alfred A. Knopf, 1917).