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Realm of Hatred

The Greeks have not one but six diff’rent ways
Expressive of all that we know of love;
Listen as the Tibetan master says
Five categories his thought makes use of

A mother’s love for her protected son,
The love of a friend his companion for,
The love of God through to which we have won
Are but some of those we are longing for

But we regard so carelessly the heart
In favor of the intellectual
Of this great world in our own little part
We think a single word effectual

Though we have come up with so many more
The realm of hatred and despisal for

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A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet

Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land

Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap

Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak

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