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Poetry, if it speaks validly, speaks from, and to, that part of us which makes each of us a unique individual human being, which is the same part of us that makes each of us identical with every other human being. This is the part of us which some call the unconscious, and some call the soul.

Archilochos: To His Soul

Soul, my soul, don’t let them break you,
all these troubles. Never yield:
though their force is overwhelming,
up! attack them shield to shield,

nor victorious rise exalted,
vaunting you can never fall,
nor defeated lie in endless
grieving, as if loss were all.

Take the joy and bear the sorrow,
looking past your hopes and fears:
learn to recognize the measured
dance that orders all our years.

-- translated from the Greek
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