We are ourselves, and not ourselves . . .- Excerpt of "Selves" by Don Marquis
For ever thwarting pride and will
Some forebear’s passion leaps from death
To claim a vital license still.
Ancestral lusts that slew and died,
Resurgent, swell each living vein;
Old doubts and faiths, new panoplied,
Dispute the mastery of the brain.
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