famous poetry

to some the fat gods
in his guarded tent
i go my way complacently
lady, your heart has turned to dust
the shadows of the ships
to be able to see every side of every question
let us pity those who are better off than we are
gloom
on and on
do you hear the rain?
i have had one fear in my life
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
backward, turn backward
tell me not