Description:
The human soul is the least perfect thing in the universe. For every drop of love, there is an ounce of hate. For every time of peace, there are months of war. For every ray of hope, there is a cloud of despair. Everything good in the world has a nasty side. Whereas Achilles had only one weak spot, we have many.
Synopsis:
These are poems about about war and peace, about hope and despair. These are poems about the soul.
Poetry:
A Poison Tree by William Blake
Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Mending Wall by Robert Frost
Peace by Henry Vaughan
Requiesquat by Matthew Arnold
The Fall of Rome by W. H. Auden
The Soul Unto Itself by Emily Dickinson
Why is the Color of Snow? by Brenda Shaughnessy
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