Thus through these griefs I had been set apart,
As for a double priesthood. Life to me,
In those first moments when I probed my heart,
Less an enchantress seemed than enemy.
My knowledge of the world had nothing human.
I saw Mankind a tribe, my natural foe,
Whom I must one day battle with; and Woman,
Ah! Woman was a snare I did not know.
Indeed, it may be that already hope
Knocked at my soul with tales it dared not own
Of woman's kindness in my horoscope.
Man, only Man I feared with eyes bent down,
Man the oppressor, who with pale lips curled
Sheds blood in the high places of the world.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Xxiv
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Poem topics: heart, hope, life, soul, kindness, battle, human, knowledge, enemy, natural, high, Valentine's Day, world, woman, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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