What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring,
That my songs do not show me at all?
For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire,
I am an answer, they are only a call.
But what do I care, for love will be over so soon,
Let my heart have its say and my mind stand idly by,
For my mind is proud and strong enough to be silent,
It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.
1915
Shorty
Modernism
2022
Ars Poetica
Alliteration
the repetition of the same letter or sound at the beginning of words appearing in succession
End Rhyme
when a poem has lines ending with words that sound the same
Quatrain
A stanza made of four lines.