If one should tell them what's clearly seen They'd not understand; if they understood they would not believe; If they understood and believed they'd say, "Hater of men, annihilating with a sterile enormous Splendor our lives: where are our lives?" A little chilled perhaps, but not hurt. But it's quite true The invulnerable love is not bought for nothing. It is better no doubt to give crumbs than the loaf: make fables again, Tell people not to fear death, toughen Their bones if possible with bitter fables not to fear life. —And one's own, not to have pity too much; For it seems compassion sticks longer than the other colors, in this bleaching cloth. Submitted by Holt
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