I shall hate you
Like a dart of singing steel
Shot through still air
At even-tide,
Or solemnly
As pines are sober
When they stand etched
Against the sky.
Hating you shall be a game
Played with cool hands
And slim fingers.
Your heart will yearn
For the lonely splendor
Of the pine tree
While rekindled fires
In my eyes
Shall wound you like swift arrows.
Memory will lay its hands
Upon your breast
And you will understand
My hatred.
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Hell hath no fury....
The icy venom conveyed in this piece seem to indicate the truth of the old adage. This is so much more powerful than the short Anglo-Saxon curses of most people. -
Pure hatred! A vehement emotional poem. I could almost feel the hatred of the character - i also feel that the poet was writing from personal emotion - it's just too powerful to be otherwise.
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Hatred
From guest Shea (contact)
My grandmother always told me that hate is a strong word so be careful where you use it and make sure that you mean it..........just reading the words of this poems, I can feel the intensity of how much she hated this person. I can honestly say that she meant every single word!
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