For
Beauty speaks
As the wise man speaks
Without speaking at all
And
We
Need beauty where our thought
Be dim or fails us
Beauty conquers all including
Power and glory;
The Inner Souls said that.
For
What be humans without
The nobility of an Inner Soul?
We cuckold beauty till
We find that we need it
Despairingly.
Maxims and aphorisms speak
Propense the more
Proportional to their brevity.
Where you hear speech and see
No speaker
Then look into your Soul,
Your Inner Soul.
So much lies in beauty
It be as inexhaustible
As it be indispensable
Oblivion places so many things
Unjustly under her dark wings
Beauty be insatiable
Goes on and on
With evolution herself
Head to head
The love of wisdom is our
Propensity to survival
Survival signifies that out
There are so many obstacles
In line one after the other
Hanging above our heads
Bravery must be grown with
Sacrifice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem