French Leave

Mona Kuhn

 No servile little fear shall daunt my will

  This morning, I have courage steeled to say

I will be lazy, conqueringly still,

  I will not lose the hours in toil this day.

The roaring world without, careless of souls,

  Shall leave me to my placid dream of rest,

My four walls shield me from its shouting ghouls,

  And all its hates have fled my quiet breast.

And I will loll here resting, wide awake,

  Dead to the world of work, the world of love,

I laze contented just for dreaming’s sake,

  With not the slightest urge to think or move.

How tired unto death, how tired I was!

  Now for a day I put my burdens by,

And like a child amidst the meadow grass

  Under the southern sun, I languid lie,

And feel the bed about me kindly deep,

  My strength ooze gently from my hollow bones,

My worried brain drift aimlessly to sleep,

  Life soften to a song of tuneful tones.

Claude McKay