By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept by Elizabeth Smart (1945)

"I will not be placated by the mechanical motions of existence, nor find consolation in the solicitude of waiters who notice my devastated face. Sleep tries to seduce me by promising a more reasonable tomorrow. But I will not be betrayed but such a Judas of fallacy: it betrays everyone: it leads them into death. Everyone acquiesces: everyone compromises.
                            They say, As we grow older we embrace resignation.
                            But O, they totter into it blind and unprotesting. And from their sin, the sin of accepting such a pimp to death, there is no redemption. It is the sin of damnation...The pain was unbearable but I did not want it to end: it had operatic grandeur."