Theodosia Garrison, 'Defiance'

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Defiance

You have hounded me well, my Lady Life,
You have beaten and bruised and bent,
But ever I stayed me amid the strife
To turn you a compliment.

You may cozen me there and trick me here--
Your way with a soul long since--
But I'll mock before I'll plead, my dear,
And I'll boast before I wince.

Why think you to make me a captive cowed?
The day that you slay, I swear
I will kiss my fingertips to the crowd
And jest with the headsman there.

By Theodosia Garrison

Comments

[med_cat]

One of my favorites; yours as well? :)

[duathir.livejournal.com]

I do favor it; I am glad you like it too. Of Garrison's poems, The Soul of Jeanne d'Arc (https://war-poetry.livejournal.com/509566.html) speaks most to me.

[med_cat]

Thank you; I shall read it :)