“We forget cruelty and past betrayal,
Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.”
Robert Graves book The White Goddess
"The White Goddess," lines 18–22, from Poems and Satires (1951).
Poems
Context: But we are gifted, even in November,
Rawest of seasons, with so huge a sense
Of her nakedly worn magnificence
We forget cruelty and past betrayal,
Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.