Poem 171 – How I Hate Thy Beams

O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams
That bring to my remembrance from what state
I fell…

Milton, Paradise Lost, Book IV, 37-39

O Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams
Is impossible; to enumerate the ways that you
Offend me equally hard, harsh as your yellow rays
That burn me as I emerge from shadowy hell,
Remorseless and savage, peeling my flesh;
You know no mercy, as absent from you as from I,
As far from you as I remain
From the perpetual light and glory of heaven
From whence I fell, and now yearn for,
When I feel the faint reflection of such light
Beneath your blazing and hated beams.

***

Dear readers,

In the quoted passage, Satan flies towards Eden, and ponders the ethics of what he is about to try and do. But first he expresses his hatred of the sun, which reminds him of the heaven from which he is now banished.

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic

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