The Spartan and Sybarite
Battle in me day and night;
Evenly matched, relentless, wary,
Each one cursing his adversary,
With my slow blood dripping wet
They fight from sunrise to sunset.
And from sunset the fight goes on,
I shiver and hear them in the dawn;
They fight to the death this time, but I
Care little which will have to die,
Whichever it is, when the end has come,
I shall be the defeated one.
1884 – 1933