Quandary Poem by Robert Frost


Rating: 3.1

Never have I been glad or sad
That there was such a thing as bad.
There had to be, I understood,
For there to have been any good.
It was by having been contrasted
That good and bad so long had lasted.
That's why discrimination reigns.
That's why we need a lot of brains
If only to discriminate
'Twixt what to love and what to hate.
To quote the oracle at Delphi,
Love thy neighbor as thyself, aye,
And hate him as thyself thou hatest.
There quandary is at its greatest.
We learned from the forbidden fruit
For brains there is no substitute.
'Unless it's sweetbreads, ' you suggest
With innuendo I detest.
You drive me to confess in ink:
Once I was fool enough to think
That brains and sweetbreads were the same,
Till I was caught and put to shame,
First by a butcher, then a cook,
Then by a scientific book.
But ' twas by making sweetbreads do
I passed with such a high I.Q.

Dr Dillip K Swain 26 October 2022

Love thy neighbour as thyself and hate him as you hate thyself... not possible because I only love myself, I know nothing else

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* Sunprincess * 04 October 2015

.............very nicely written, an interesting poem ★

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Mark Arvizu 09 August 2015

a play on thinking vs. emotions.....

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Stephen W 05 July 2013

An odd effort, especially towards the end.

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