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After War

Louis Ginsberg

Like leaves a storm is furious at,

        Men flutter down in fields unfenced;

Yet Truth has a pact with nature that

        All Hate is powerless against.


As petals, crumbling to the ground,

        Cater to blossoms, mankind knows

The flower of Truth is lost and found

        In resurrection of the rose.

From Second Aeon no. 14, 1972

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