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Poem by James Stephens


Hate


My enemy came nigh,
And I
Stared fiercely in his face.
My lips went writhing back in a grimace,
And stern I watched him with a narrow eye.
Then, as I turned away, my enemy,
That bitter heart and savage, said to me:
"Some day, when this is past,
When all the arrows that we have are cast,
We may ask one another why we hate,
And fail to find a story to relate.
It may seem then to us a mystery
That we should hate each other."
           
        Thus said he,
And did not turn away,
Waiting to hear what I might have to say,
But I fled quickly, fearing had I stayed
I might have kissed him as I would a maid.



James Stephens


James Stephens's other poems:
  1. Westland Row
  2. The Fifteen Acres
  3. The Turn of the Road
  4. The Lonely God
  5. The Glass of Beer


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Robert Service Hate ("I had a bitter enemy")

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