4.5.09

For, foul or lovely, 'twas a fool that loved you.' (c. 2000)

‘For, foul or lovely, ‘twas a fool that loved you.’1


I feel for her

In her position

Feeling as she does

And the difference

In how I try to cope

Mustn’t hold for her much hope.

I see her stance

On everything and

I think this hurts a lot more,

For who can leave

The place they want to stay,

A fool I feel

I remain today. 


1 Last line from ‘He Wonders Whether to Praise or Blame Her’ by Rupert Brooke, 1915.

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