Saturday, June 16, 2012

Enoch Powell: First Poems: III) I hate the ugly, hate the old

I hate the ugly, hate the old,
I hate the lame and weak,
But more than that I hate the dead
That lie so still in their earthen bed
And never dare to rise.

I only love the strong and bold,
The flashing eye, the reddening cheek,
But more than all I love the fire
In youthful limbs, that wakes desire
And never satisfies.

No comments: