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Poem Details
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| Title: | The Metaphorical Disease - A sonnet on mental illness second draft. |
| Author: | Anonymous |
| Date Submitted: | 9/5/2011 |
| Poem: |
What wholesome root that twists and seeks the light That offers truth as something drear and black? This human glare of rational insight, Heaps medic’s faith upon innocent’s backs. Puerile drugs, camphor derived, induced fits; Horseblood needles, malarial airing When conscience allows what science commits What comfort offered to the most despairing? But Revelation is no fixed crystal Far more a sanctum of organic growth The seed through which the green vigour is distilled Gives peace beyond the meaning of an oath: When all truth is shadow except the last To seek fast refuge, then forgive the past.... |