In Horologium

Inter marmoreas Leonorae pendula colles
Fortunata mmis Machina dicit horas.
Quas manibus premit ilia duas insensa papillas
Cur mihi sit digito tangere, amata, nefas?

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Oh Lauren, so much pain and anger in this poem. My experience in life has been that life is a big disappointment at best, and those of us that have no money just eek by barely surviving. Or are we surviving? This is a powerful poem of what is wrong with our society today. You've said very well and so eloquently. Thanx for sharing. Barbara