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Love is sin.


   If thy love is not paradise
   then what is?
   And if my love of you-is
   sin,
   then to hell let my soul be condemned,
   for heaven I have known.
   Yet the chatters of the righteous folks
   have crucified my love of thee to sin
   yet I only do obey,
   the greatest commandment-that
   to love,
   and now I have lost-the
   virtues of moral men
   for my foolish reasoning
   never allowed me to comprehend
   how love canever
   be sin.

Anthony Darius is a young, Black Montreal poet of St. Lucian origin. He received his early education from the Saint Mary's College and the Sir Arthur Lewis Community College in Castries, Saint Lucia. He obtained degrees from the University of the West-Indies, St. Augustine campus, Trinidad and Mona, Campus, Jamaica, in History and politics and Government (international relations). He is currently a student at McGill University where he is completing a Masters degree in the Politics of development. He has taught at St. Mary' College and Sir Arthur Lewis Community College. He is employed by the Ministry of External Affairs and International Trade, St. Lucia, from which he's currently on study leave. Creative writing is one of his passions.

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Author:Darius, Anthony
Publication:Kola
Article Type:Poem
Date:Sep 22, 2003
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