poem good.

[jinian]

Sonnet to Gath
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Country of hunchbacks!--where the strong, straight spine,
Jeered at by crooked children, makes his way
Through by-streets at the kindest hour of day,
Till he deplore his stature, and incline
To measure manhood with a gibbous line;
Till out of loneliness, being flawed with clay,
He stoop into his neighbor's house and say,
"Your roof is low for me--the fault is mine."
Dust in an urn long since, dispersed and dead
Is great Apollo, and the happier he;
Since who amongst you all would lift a head
At a god's radiance on the mean door-tree,
Saving to run and hide your dates and bread,
And cluck your children in about your knee?

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Edna St Vincent Millay rules. =D