<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=516561" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Have I Lost The 'Visionary Gleam?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HAVE I LOST ‘THE VISIONARY GLEAM? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have I lost the ‘visionary gleam’? <br>Did I ever have it? <br>Is Death ‘luckier than we’ think<br>Or ‘lucky’ at all? <br>How supreme can a fiction be? <br>And whoever really has drunk ‘the milk’ of paradise? <br>Why should a rose be sick or dead? <br>And why should ‘patience to prevent that murmur reply’? <br>Who said ‘The glory of God is davka in dappled things? <br>And what kind of fool compares what he builds to what ‘birds build’? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can a skeptic be a poet in a real way? <br>Can poetry be read by those who doubt the truth of its lines? <br>Wasn’t he who said beauty is truth and truth beauty dying and lying at the same time? <br>What does it mean to steal a line of someone else‘s great beauty <br>And turn it into one’s own petty gripe? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poetry is better served by the real thing, <br>Than by pastiches and parodies <br>And skeptical borrowers <br>And fake rivals in anxiety of influence-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One can take from the vast book of the living dead<br>The most treasured lines<br>And betray them into irony and silliness-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet those lines out-top the little later commentators<br>And make me wonder why I exercise my mind <br>In vain exercises like this<br>Instead of trying to write the true poetry-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Life is real life is earnest and the grave is not the goal’<br>Here he lies where he longed to be, home is the sailor home from the sea and the hunter from the hill’<br>Master of my fate, captain of my soul? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do not take the lines literally <br>Read them with love and understanding <br>When they say something meaningful and beautiful to you<br>Hold on to them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A poem is a poem for a that <br>Even for the wee slick cowrin beasties.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Shalom+Freedman">Shalom Freedman</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=516561" data-title="Have I Lost The 'Visionary Gleam? de Shalom Freedman" data-description="HAVE I LOST ‘THE VISIONARY GLEAM? Have I lost the ‘visionary gleam’? Did I ever have it? Is Death ‘luckier than we’ think Or ‘lucky’ at all? How supreme can a fiction be? And whoever really has drunk ‘the milk’ of paradise?..."></div> </div> </div>

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