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Darling Beloved,
I hate thee with a flame akin to love's passion.
Summer's dying breath blows away thy reek
I once found so sweet. Sweet!
Sweetheart, flowers have more sweetness in their buds
Than ten thousand hours in thy presence,
When I used to think thee godlike.
Just as autumn follows summer,
So the hate of thee follows the summer of thy love.
My dear, to look upon you is to blind my eye,
And as I am dearer to myself than yourself,
I must banish thee from my mind's eye,
So as to save myself injury.
Are you surprised at my address?
Are not my emotions obvious to see?
You may well wonder as I once did,
But, finding only pain, I abandoned my attempt.
I envision thee now, as confusion smooths your distorted face
And rejections calms thy frantic heart.
Take no comfort in this, I pray,
For as I hate thee, I love Nature.
The world around is a wondrous lover:
Attentive and fulfilling in every way you fail'd.
All I longed for was before me at once, and accessible.
Nature's name is so sweet and smooth,
That no words need be invented for it.
Thy name, however, turns to bitter revenge in my mouth
Confused with sweet anger and love.
Yes, Love still resides here, though beyond thy reach.
If thou shouldst abandon love, then thou art dead,
So thy lost gazes are the swords
That impale thee with false stares.
So thou mayst die knowing no more than love's
Swift revenge on those who ignore it,
Not the reward it gives to those who embrace it.
Darling, I loathe thee with the passions only avail
To a lover. Though I cannot but wish for thy safety,
Which is now far out of reach of thee.
Hence I bid thee hatred and farewell, I will not follow.
Farewell, beloved, and to thy grave.
I hate thee with a flame akin to love's passion.
Summer's dying breath blows away thy reek
I once found so sweet. Sweet!
Sweetheart, flowers have more sweetness in their buds
Than ten thousand hours in thy presence,
When I used to think thee godlike.
Just as autumn follows summer,
So the hate of thee follows the summer of thy love.
My dear, to look upon you is to blind my eye,
And as I am dearer to myself than yourself,
I must banish thee from my mind's eye,
So as to save myself injury.
Are you surprised at my address?
Are not my emotions obvious to see?
You may well wonder as I once did,
But, finding only pain, I abandoned my attempt.
I envision thee now, as confusion smooths your distorted face
And rejections calms thy frantic heart.
Take no comfort in this, I pray,
For as I hate thee, I love Nature.
The world around is a wondrous lover:
Attentive and fulfilling in every way you fail'd.
All I longed for was before me at once, and accessible.
Nature's name is so sweet and smooth,
That no words need be invented for it.
Thy name, however, turns to bitter revenge in my mouth
Confused with sweet anger and love.
Yes, Love still resides here, though beyond thy reach.
If thou shouldst abandon love, then thou art dead,
So thy lost gazes are the swords
That impale thee with false stares.
So thou mayst die knowing no more than love's
Swift revenge on those who ignore it,
Not the reward it gives to those who embrace it.
Darling, I loathe thee with the passions only avail
To a lover. Though I cannot but wish for thy safety,
Which is now far out of reach of thee.
Hence I bid thee hatred and farewell, I will not follow.
Farewell, beloved, and to thy grave.
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