Love-songs, at Once Tender and Informative XXI
In your anger be not just, Lest your anger turn to dust; Anger will make easy yet The bitter footfalls of regret.
Samuel Hoffenstein
In your anger be not just, Lest your anger turn to dust; Anger will make easy yet The bitter footfalls of regret.
It reads like quiet advice offered after a quarrel. The speaker warns against being too “just” or self-righteous in anger—demanding to be right, settling every score. In the heat of a fight, that kind of certainty can feel strong, but the poem says it burns out into something useless: dust.
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