From Prometheus Unbound – Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Being a former English professor now working for a bank, I began a year and a half ago satiating my literary appetite (and love for sharing literature with others) by posting a “Poem of the Month” on my wall at work.

I thought it would also be nice to share these poems with family and friends who aren’t frequent visitors to my desk, so I’m emailing this month’s selection to you. I hope you enjoy it and the ones to follow, but please don’t hesitate to let me know if you’d prefer not to be on this list.

 

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley
1792 – 1822

from Prometheus Unbound

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;
To forgive wrongs darker than death or nights;
To defy Power, which seems omnipotent;
To love, and bear; to Hope till Hope creates
From its own wreck the thing it contemplates;
Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent;
This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be
Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free;
This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.

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