My Sensitive givings.

These sensitive givings leave me dry,
Uncherished, bold but unboldened,
Stronger but unaccepted.

Seeing the rage that sensitive givings
Lends to the man on the street
I abhor him in life of the little misgivings
That poetry gives me to meet.
This man of the street
All benighted and meek
Has divested himself of all learning.
Oh Goddess on high,
So still and so nigh
Lend men with their worries stars burning.
But I in my sensitive givings
Live in my moral entrails
I live and I love and liberty lust
In the knowledge of sensitive givings.