English Poetry. Henry Thoreau. Indeed Indeed, I Cannot Tell. Генри Торо.

Henry Thoreau (Генри Торо)

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Indeed indeed, I cannot tell,
Though I ponder on it well,
Which were easier to state,
All my love or all my hate.
Surely, surely, thou wilt trust me
When I say thou dost disgust me.
O, I hate thee with a hate
That would fain annihilate;
Yet sometimes against my will,
My dear friend, I love thee still.
It were treason to our love,
And a sin to God above,
One iota to abate
Of a pure impartial hate.

Henry Thoreau’s other poems:

1. Let Such Pure Hate Still Underprop
2. Smoke
3. What’s the Railroad to Me?
4. On Fields Oer Which the Reaper’s Hand Has Passd
5. Pray to What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong

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