Hypocrisy of human heart; lies
AH!
To confess,
rather, to divest and purge to a page.
O, my poor veins, unlicensed
for this practice of profundity!
to what magic should I, alone, adhere?
should light be shed into this enigma,
the secret chord in the cadre of our making?
beneath the breast a heart is cruel.
loyal only to whom it chimes to keep alive.
though staunch to its Christian duties,
it has harbored wide and vast desires.
would it be ignoble to say, 'we all controvert?'
some more than others, for reasons...
or to yield injury to the dignity of others.
that too, is a common reason...
yes, in this charade of bonhomie, we laugh.
we tease, pass pleasant gestures, yet...
firm holding veils of dishonesty at heart
wrestle with virtue, seduced by weakness.
and thus, there must be lies we pronounce.
to calm storms, succor broken brows,
and to pacify our kids from turbulence;
in a world not calm, a world swathed in calumny,
a little lie is but an awful efface to the inner soul.
in thoughts, the soul stands accused,
and indeed bellow for clemency.
but how can we soul dispense?
for pride and reason prop the mind to cling to lies.
men have, with dauntless merit, warmed other
women's beds, so do countless women share
the shame, both mistaking, without admission.
at last, hints feebly trod, till truth comes to bear
but that's a little trifle,
for the heart remains unveiled
every atom of thought and feeling remain unborn
why then do you often say, 'tell it true!'
for all of us are weak, our sight is eclipsed
by self-preservation. why should we fear
to look at the specters in our bosoms,
breathe them out and watch them disperse
in the wind? why should we fear voices
that whisper even in our sleep,
urging and urging us to controvert...
yet, even then, in all of us, there exist another layer.
a mastery little tone that never endeavors to persuade,
and that always sings with ease of all truths and virtues
of every moment, and at every hazard.
AH, how can our deepest thoughts be undisguised...