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by Trisha De Gracia

  Truth of Love
  That dagger salving wounds
  salted with you.
I made a mess of me
for all the things we do
for all that tearstained, tainted virtue.

  But Love of Truth
  Could harden all that's rot in me-
  Might turn that sunspoiled landscape into glitter
  Diamond dust to strew
  Across the fallow fields all sown
  of you.


Author's Note: "First and last, what is demanded of Genius is Love of Truth"

Posted on 02/03/2008
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 02/04/08 at 03:37 AM

Nicely written. I think truth is in reality is not so much a final goal as a moving one. I think at the leading edge of any science those people take a great leap of faith and hope they have at least part of the answer. Again well done.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/04/08 at 04:42 AM

I agree with George, and I think that's very much the theme of this poem. I also think its stated beautifully.

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