...He heard a voice none else could hear From centred and from errant sphere. The quaking earth did quake in rhyme, Seas ebbed and flowed in epic chime. In dens of passion, and pits of wo, He saw strong Eros struggling through, To sun the dark and solve the curse, And beam to the bounds of the universe. While thus to love he gave his days In loyal worship, scorning praise, How spread their lures for him, in vain, Thieving Ambition and paltering Gain! He thought it happier to be dead, To die for Beauty, than live for bread.
"Jai guru deva om!"
ReplyDeleteA beautiful song, a beautiful idea.
ReplyDelete"Glory to the shining remover of darkness".
My dreams have been surreal lately, Joe.
I hope yours have, too.
;-)
My dreams are always surreal... but removing the darkness is something I need to keep working on. ;)
ReplyDeleteHave a great weekend!
ReplyDeleteI don't know that we can remove the darkness, can we?
ReplyDeleteMaybe instead...increase the light?
I know...just a matter of perspective.
Usted tambien. :)
ReplyDeleteEmerson, "Beauty"
ReplyDelete...He heard a voice none else could hear
From centred and from errant sphere.
The quaking earth did quake in rhyme,
Seas ebbed and flowed in epic chime.
In dens of passion, and pits of wo,
He saw strong Eros struggling through,
To sun the dark and solve the curse,
And beam to the bounds of the universe.
While thus to love he gave his days
In loyal worship, scorning praise,
How spread their lures for him, in vain,
Thieving Ambition and paltering Gain!
He thought it happier to be dead,
To die for Beauty, than live for bread.
Quidquid luce fuit tenebris agit...
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