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of what-nots and all that jazz
06 May 2005
of love and poetry
I who loved Beauty was not beautiful;
I cherished Truth, and yet I was not true;
I who remembered am so soon forgotten,
But I loved you.

I who loved Mirth was well-acquaint with sorrow;
I honored Freedom, yet I was not free;
But once, indeed, I knew the just equation,
For you loved me.



Note: This poem was found unsigned on a Greek epitaph. It was translated by Christopher Morley. This was the first poem we discussed in my Eng11 class last semester and I soo liked it. Hope you do as well. Enjoy!Ü

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