P B Shelley’s Prometheus Unbound was suggested to me as an inspiration. The play ends: To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, […]
Tags: Liberty, Poetry, Prometheus Unbound, Shelley
