non peccat, quaecumque potest peccasse negare, <br /> solaque famosam culpa professa facit. <br /> <br /> Amores, III, xiv <br /> <br />I love my work and my children. God <br />Is distant, difficult. Things happen. <br />Too near the ancient troughs of blood <br />Innocence is no earthly weapon. <br /> <br />I have learned one thing: not to look down <br />So much upon the damned. They, in their sphere, <br />Harmonize strangely with the divine <br />Love. I, in mine, celebrate the love-choir.<br /><br />Geoffrey Hill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ovid-in-the-third-reich/
