The Cask Of Hate
Hate is the cask of the Danades; Vengeance, distraught, has red and brawny arms, With which she hurls into her empty dark Buckets of blood and tears from dead men's eyes. Satan makes secret holes through which will fly Out of these depths a thousand years of pain, Though Hate will use her victims once again, Resuscitating them to squeeze them dry. Hate is a drunkard in a tavern's depths Who feels a constant thirst, from drinking born, That thrives and multiplies like Hydra's heads. But happy drinkers know their conqueror, And Hate is dealt a bitter fate, unable Ever to fall asleep under the table.
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"Hate is the cask of the Danades;..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Charles Baudelaire delivers a powerful performance in "The Cask Of Hate"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...