A friend introduced me to this poem today. I think it to be quite beautiful.
Tis true my form is something odd.
But blaming me is blaming God;
Could I create myself anew,
I would not fail in pleasing you.
If I could reach from pole to pole,
Or grasp the ocean with a span,
I would be measured by the soul,
The mind's the standard of the man.
~Joseph Merrick, The Elephant Man
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