If I rise like a sphinx,
Would you hate me?
Or like a phoenix if I rise,
From the ashes of mine!
If I rise like a Greek gladiator,
You must be dancing in ecstasy!
Or if my rise is like Hitler,
You must be awfully petrified then!
Whatever my ‘rise' seems to be like,
I would never stop loving you, that is certain!
- Unrhymed Poetenry: Poems of Ten Lines
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