Check And Counter-Check

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Title:     Check And Counter-Check
Author: Madison Julius Cawein [More Titles by Cawein]

1

Vent all your coward's wrath
Upon me so!--
Yes, I have crossed your path
And will not go!

2

Storm at me hate, and name
Me all that's vile,
"Lust," "filth," "disease," and "shame,"
I only smile.

3

Me brute rage can not hurt,
It only flings
In your own eyes blind dirt
That bites and stings.

4

Rave at your like such whine,
Your fellow-men,
This wrath!--great God! and mine!--
What is it then?

5

No words! no oaths! such hate
As devils smile
When raw success cries "wait!"
And "afterwhile!"

6

A woman I and ill,
A courtesan
You wearied of, would kill,
And you--a man!

7

You, you--unnamable!
A thing there's not,
Too base to burn in Hell,
Too vile to rot.

[The end]
Madison Julius Cawein's poem: Check And Counter-Check

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