I apologize to all of you who do not like poetry, but I'm in that kind of a mood. Please read them, they're all very good, and these men write a hell of a lot better than I...


Memory

One had a lovely face,
And two or three had charm,
But charm and face were in vain
Because the mountain grass
Cannot but keep the form
Where the mountain hare has lain.

  - WB Yeats


Indeed, Indeed, I Cannot Tell

Indeed, indeed, I cannot tell,
Though I ponder on it well,
Which were easier to state,
All my love or all my hate.
Surely, surely, thou wilt trust me
When I say thou dost disgust me.
O, I hate thee with a hate
That would fain annihilate;
Yet sometimes against my will,
My dear friend, I love thee still.
It were treason to our love,
And a sin to God above,
One iota to abate
Of a pure impartial hate.

  - HD Thoreau


Carmen 85

Odi et amo: quare id faciam, fortasse requiris.
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

  - Catullus

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