First published at 15:24 UTC on June 1st, 2022.
This poem is free to copy or use for any and all purposes under CC BY 4.0 (attribution only).
Transcript:
Plato! though Athens blindly worships you,
The mob prefers imposing things to true.
But I look past, and search the man inside;
I see your heart…
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This poem is free to copy or use for any and all purposes under CC BY 4.0 (attribution only).
Transcript:
Plato! though Athens blindly worships you,
The mob prefers imposing things to true.
But I look past, and search the man inside;
I see your heart, and trample on its pride!
You love to flatter wealthy men and kings,
And treasure what the name of wisdom brings;
But I pursue her in my way of life,
A godlike poverty, immune to strife.
Did not your master, who so nobly fell,
Teach you that wisdom should be living well?
But you, forsaking him for lesser aims,
Have changed philosophy to mental games.
I choose, though by your lovely books outlived,
The happy conscience of a life well lived!
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