A Hair Shirt

A Poem by David Plantinga

Dour duty may seem cruel

To novices, but rasped

To callouses by some hair shirt,

Skin glories in its clasp.

A rougher kiss is sweetest bliss

To scourged and toughened hides,

Until abraded to a scar

Where stunted dullness bides.

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Added on April 1, 2021
Last Updated on November 29, 2021
Tags: self-righteousness, asceticism, duty, quatrain, ballad stanza, rhymed verse

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