Saturday, June 16, 2012

Enoch Powell: First Poems: IX) Oh, I despise myself

IX) Oh, I despise myself

Oh I despise myself, whene’er my sense
In thee delights. What have I done with mine,
With my own youth, with my own innocence,
That so I thirst for thine?
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