Treasure Island

douglas scotney

(boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)

B: X: Hope Concern

Fear by hope was eased,
Requiring that easing plight
Came and went at random,
Polishing fear's might.

Fear was much too proud
And that caused hope concern:
Hope had all the brains,
Fear no hope to learn.

Hope concerned its brains with fear,
Expressed fear so well,
Surprise hope found at any turn
Kept hope out of hell.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, September 05, 2012

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A meditation on Baudelaire's 'Spleen IV' No.78 in 'Flowers of Evil'.

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  • Romeo Della Valle (9/5/2012 7:34:00 PM)

    When there is fears, , the hope is dead! Fears always obstruct the path to success in achieving one's goal! It is well penned and I tried to get the full meaning of the write after reading it a few times but I would rather ask you a few questions concerning your message in this write through a private message! Thank you for sharing and keep it up! Love and Peace for always! Romeo-New York (Report) Reply

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