To Plato, the poets are that root. Thus, he decried, for the sake of a peaceable republic, we must be holocausted (exact translation from original Greek: burnt offering to the gods) . I have come to agree. So, I seek such a death, my own, through my poetry. I write in hopes of one day being offered up, holocausted, for the peace they need and I can never give them. Your poem suggests, to me at least, a similar flame flickers within you. This poem isn't good, or bad, it is noble and human.
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To Plato, the poets are that root. Thus, he decried, for the sake of a peaceable republic, we must be holocausted (exact translation from original Greek: burnt offering to the gods) . I have come to agree. So, I seek such a death, my own, through my poetry. I write in hopes of one day being offered up, holocausted, for the peace they need and I can never give them. Your poem suggests, to me at least, a similar flame flickers within you. This poem isn't good, or bad, it is noble and human.