OBSESSION.

I will not have roses in my room again,

Nor listen to sonnets of Michael Angelo

To-night nor any night, nor fret my brain

With all the trouble of things that I should know.

I will be as other women — come and go

Careless and free, my own self sure and sane,

As I was once... then suddenly you were there

With your old power... roses were everywhere

And I was listening to Michael Angelo.