The Triple Fool Poem by Ellen J. Fox

I am two fools, I know-For loving, and for saying so

In whining poetry;

But where's that wiseman that would not be I,

If she would not deny?

Then, as th' earths inward narrow crooked lanes

Do purge sea waters fretful salt away,

I thought, if I could draw my pains

Through rhymes vexation, I should them allay.

Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce,

For he tames it that fetters it in verse.But when I have done so,

Some man, his art and voice to show,

Doth set and sing my pain,

And, by delighting many, frees again

Grief, which verse did restrain.

To Love and Grief tribute of verse belongs,

But not of such as pleases when 'tis read;

Both are increased by such songs,

For both their triumphs so are published;

And I, which was two fooles, do so grow three;

Who are a little wise, the best fools be.

JOHN DONNE