Praise Life

 This country least, but every inhabited country
Is clotted with human anguish.

Remember that at your feasts.


And this is no new thing but from time out of mind,
No transient thing, but exactly
Conterminous with human life.


Praise life, it deserves praise, but the praise of life
That forgets the pain is a pebble
Rattled in a dry gourd.

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