Poem 174 – Myself Am Hell

Infinite wrath, and infinite despair?
Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell

Milton, Paradise Lost, Book IV, 74-75

I wander and seek to liberate myself
Pursued by evils that hunt me,
A past drowned in deceit, despairing and lies,
My history a tale of tragedy.
Though now I soar through Paradise,
Nothing for me goes well;
Oh infinite wrath, and infinite despair!
All places to me are evil – myself am hell.

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Dear readers,

Another quote from Satan (Despite his many flaws, a wonderfully interesting character) – during his speech, when he realises that he cannot return to heaven, but is king of hell, at least.

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic

P.S. I found out after writing this post that Seamus Heaney had died. I have read little of his poetry, but what I have read, I have enjoyed a great deal. An excellent writer.

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