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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578487" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Story of a Poem (Narrative Poem)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prepared to ridicule himself, this fool<br>Is guarded against the jibes<br>Of those he thinks less inclined to self-criticism.<br>How then is he to gauge his faults<br>And turn them into something worthwhile? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can he define his foolishness<br>If uncertain as to the extent of his limitations? <br>How can he begin to accept the advice of others -<br>'Go jump! ' 'Take a good hard look at yourself! ' 'Grow up! ' -<br>If he isn't prepared to be objective? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unprepared to accept objectivity as objective<br>'I know what I know', he spouts<br>Ill-mannered, inconsiderate and obstinate.<br>How is he to assume the more demanding role<br>Of the one being spoken to? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No words, it seems, <br>Can convince him of his stupidity.<br>No words, that is, <br>Except his own.<br>Um.... ah.... um.... a poem takes form.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ironically, loneliness is his theme<br>Nothing else can say what he wants to say.<br>Happiest is he, when miserable<br>Exposing his misery for all the world to see.<br>No one, it seems, is quite as miserable as he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He takes care not to say too much<br>In case, <br>To make his point<br>He admits (in the mode of a tragic figure) <br>That there is nothing to say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Logically, 'there is nothing to say' explains<br>His actions<br>Although failing to describe<br>What bothers him.<br>It seems that that can only be other people.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In them, real feelings express themselves<br>And a challenge presents itself for him to understand them<br>No matter<br>It is they not understanding him<br>That concerns me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As querulous as it may sound<br>It is their obsession with 'reality'<br>That he objects to.<br>No amount of persuasion can convince them<br>That his feelings are real.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Such as absurd notion demands an explanation'<br>He hears them say, but he is only prepared<br>To go on dreaming -<br>Observing others observing him<br>Observing them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His sincerity<br>Isn't expressed in conventional terms.<br>Unbeknownst to them, he cares<br>And unknowingly they add to his suffering<br>As they refuse to acknowledge his feelings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His suffering -<br>A product of a trivial pursuit<br>For universal meanings -<br>Is compounded by those who think him<br>Lacking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  ***</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lacking in those human qualities<br>He most desires<br>He turns to someone, who, <br>Without her knowing, <br>Possesses them for him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kindly, she admits him -<br>Herself lacking the assurance<br>To comprehend the extent of his need.<br>She feels for him<br>As one would a child, an innocent, a poet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His feelings exist in her eyes, <br>And his failings form<br>His 'uniqueness' -<br>A reason<br>For loving him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sufficent reason, in itself, <br>For him to love her.<br>Nevertheless he feels<br>An even greater need<br>To justify his feelings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their differences, <br>His reliance on her<br>And, equally, <br>Hers on him<br>Need explaining.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As others see it<br>Their differences contain the germs of disunity, <br>And in their interdependence, signs of submission.<br>Again they see things in 'real terms'<br>Neglecting to take into account the power of the imagination.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She isn't what she appears to be<br>Her beauty transcends experience<br>With all pain absorbed in her -<br>He shares in her happiness<br>And is privy to her sensitivity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She instills in him a new faith, <br>Another reason to write -<br>A belief in humanity.<br>This is what he must explain<br>To those who think him foolish.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he remains aloof<br>Barred by a certain quirk in his character -<br>Whenever he tries to be serious<br>He gives the impression<br>Of being insincere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he tries to explain his feelings<br>It's as if he is the one<br>Who needs to be convinced -<br>His new found faith seems void<br>Without someone else to believe it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet people want to listen<br>And give him the chance he's been looking for -<br>The chance to prove himself to them.<br>They're not heartless, <br>And would rather not judge anyone unfairly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The truth is, however, <br>That he is such a fool<br>That he needs to hear his own words<br>From someone else's mouth<br>Before he can believe them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Peter+Stavropoulos">Peter Stavropoulos</a><div class=q>
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Is guarded against the jibes
Of those he thinks less inclined to self-criticism.
How then is he to gauge his faults
And turn them into something worthwhile? 

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