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The Law (Reprise)

Speak softly, when thou speakest Justice’ name
For here is one in gravest turmoil born
Thou knowest not through what travail she came
Or what great burdens on her way hath borne

Remember she is young, but just conceived
A small handful of centuries ago
‘Ere when ’twas not so commonly believed
That law more powerful than wrong could grow

And see how frail she is, for all her might
How brave, how patiently she wears the blind
‘Twas tied by her own hand, afeared the sight
Of sorrow tempt her heart to be too kind

Speak soft, but speak! Speak low and calm and clear
In spite of dreadful challenge, she is here!

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Ana Daksina View All →

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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