Posted by malthus on September 28, 2004, at 18:55:32
Do not say that, riches squandered,
subjects lacking, the lyre sits silently:
There may not be poets, but always
there will be poetry.While waves tremble excitedly
at the kiss of light;
while the sun paints screaming clouds
in fire and gold;
while the air holds in its lap
perfumes and sweetness;
while in the world there is spring,
there will be poetry!While the inventions of science do not reach
the sources of life,
and the sea or the sky holds chasms
that resist calculation;
while ever-advancing humanity
still doesn't know where it's going;
while there is mysteriousness still left for man,
there will be poetry!While we feel exhilaration in the soul
without our lips smiling;
while we mourn without tears
clouding our eyes;
while the heart and the head
battle continually;
while there are hopes and memories,
there will be poetry!While there are eyes that reflect
the eyes that gaze into them;
while lips respond sighing
to lips that sigh;
while two souls in a kiss
can mix confusedly;
while one graceful man exists,
there will be poetry!
poster:malthus
thread:396487
URL: http://www.dr-bob.org/babble/write/20040925/msgs/396487.html