Catullus Poem by David McLansky
Catullus
Not for the faint of heart I write
Who quale at life's crude feelings,
Nor for the self-absorbed I write
Who only know self-dealings;
Not for the shallow mind I write
Who leaps to keep it light,
Not for the rigid mind I write
Who certifies their right.
I write for the souls whose anguished cry
Is heard upon the streets,
Who thinks about the twists of fate,
Self-conscious of defeat.
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