Genial Impulse Poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Genial Impulse
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THUS roll I, never taking ease,
My tub, like Saint Diogenes,
Now serious am, now seek to please;
Now love and hate in turn one sees;
The motives now are those, now these;
Now nothings, now realities.
Thus roll I, never taking ease,
My tub, like Saint Diogenes.
Thursday, January 1, 2004
Topic(s) of this poem: hate
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