Ode To Peccability
When earth is dearly smiling
thee put doubtfulness to our joys
chattering humanity then and now
a memory of thee could have
visited moon tomorrow
it is possible to remember it, the wild
even when state hid her
despair, that is filling the world with sorrows
Oh! a false Polina! of unholiness
can earth forget thy injury?
forget that window to sink?
even science with her uproar
and enthusiasm to change the world?
shrink, fear and express jittery when informed?
or one expression
earth morns a scene
as if it can withstand shame
to hear and bear a story and tale of who
may have thought and acted so
dent is huge and humiliating
always there though
thee may have wished to swallow
and wanted to claim freedom to scatter in air
now I have no doubt thee is like a stormed
boat to no one country
let me not recall
despair of attention and deciept
surrounding its history since so
I fear tis rising sorrows
to overwhelm the blossoms?.
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