Alan Seeger (Алан Сигер)

Sonnet 8. Oh, love of woman, you are known to be

Oh, love of woman, you are known to be
A passion sent to plague the hearts of men;
For every one you bring felicity
Bringing rebuffs and wretchedness to ten.
I have been oft where human life sold cheap
And seen men's brains spilled out about their ears
And yet that never cost me any sleep;
I lived untroubled and I shed no tears.
Fools prate how war is an atrocious thing;
I always knew that nothing it implied
Equalled the agony of suffering
Of him who loves and loves unsatisfied.
War is a refuge to a heart like this;
Love only tells it what true torture is. 

1. Thirty Sonnets. 12. Sonnet 12. Like as a dryad, from her native bole
2. The Bayadere
3. Thirty Sonnets. 26. The Old Lowe House, Staten Island
4. El Extraviado
5. Thirty Sonnets. 27. Oneata

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