Hemingway
"your pretty thought does not describe hard life.
It tells your wish. You have to save yourself!
Redemption is the honesty of courage--
The guts to bet yourself against all odds."
The old man grieved because his net of words
Fell on the page, no longer catching him;
And, knowing only what a man should do
With wounded beasts, he kissed the phallic gun.
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