Propagated Curse Poem by gershon hepner
Propagated Curse
Though Milton said that all that we eat or drink
is propagated curse,
the things we propagate because we think
are often even worse.
Inspired by lines from Book X of Paradise Lost:
All that I eat or drink, or shall beget,
Is propagated curse. O voice, once heard
Delightfully, Encrease and multiply;
Now death to hear! for what can I encrease,
Or multiply, but curses on my head?
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