Thrust upon

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  • Anger

    Thrust upon

    Thrust upon me without warning
    this anger swells within
    I do not know from where it comes
    I do not know how it will end

    Thrust upon me on a cloudless day
    when all should be so well
    I wonder if on such a fine day
    I should send myself to hell

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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