Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice.From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road

I won’t beg for your love: it’s laidSafely to rest, let the earth settle…Don’t expect my jealous letters Pouring in to plague your bride. But let me, nevertheless, advise you: Give her my poems to read in bed, Give her my portraits to keep — it’s wise to Be kind like that when newly-wed.⠀⠀⠀

While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, Me the loving and you the loth, While the one eludes, must the other pursue. My life is a fault at last, I fear: It seems too much like a fate, indeed! Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed. But what if I fail of my purpose here?