Poet

and should our eyes grow wild upon
this diet of ambrosia and dust;
and should these visions torment us
with howling griefs, outrageous joys the same;
should comfort and distress become
our burn, our greed, our fevered daily bread -
will laurels, earned, be worth the name they say?
or is it, still, a price too high to pay?

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