Theodore Stephanides
Question
I often feel that I would like to wake
All Life to love — not only beings we clothe
In graceful forms, but also those that take
The hideous semblances we shun and loathe.
We shudder at the writhing parasite,
Yet it did not demand or choose its shape;
Why was it the cast out the night
And shackled to a fate of no escape?

(from "Autumn Gleanings: Corfu Memoirs and Poems")