The sun and the moon
blend together in my mind,
one for each of my eyes.
Everything is dark and cold,
and Everything is hot and bright.
I presume, though, that I do not betray the standards
of hope and humanity, nor justice and morality,
but who else will have sympathy for the wicked?
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 6:17 PM UTC
The sun and the moon
blend together in my mind,
one for each of my eyes.
Everything is dark and cold,
and Everything is hot and bright.
I presume, though, that I do not betray the standards
of hope and humanity, nor justice and morality,
but who else will have sympathy for the wicked?
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