Herman Melville

(1 August 1819 – 28 September 1891 / New York City, New York)

Art - Poem by Herman Melville

In placid hours well-pleased we dream
Of many a brave unbodied scheme.
But form to lend, pulsed life create,
What unlike things must meet and mate:
A flame to melt--a wind to freeze;
Sad patience--joyous energies;
Humility--yet pride and scorn;
Instinct and study; love and hate;
Audacity--reverence. These must mate,
And fuse with Jacob's mystic heart,
To wrestle with the angel--Art.


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  • Rookie W W (11/6/2009 11:00:00 AM)

    This poem is one of my top ten. I haven't added the other 9 yet. (Report) Reply

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