Here you will find the Poem Deliverance Through Art of poet Lesbia Harford
When I am making poetry I'm good And happy then. I live in a deep world of angelhood Afar from men. And all the great and bright and fiery troop Kiss me agen With love. Deathless Ideas! I have no need Of girls' lips then. Goodness and happiness and poetry, I put them by. I will not rush with great wings gloriously Against the sky While poor men sit in holes, unbeautiful, Unsouled, and die: Better let misery and pettiness Make me their sty.
