Imitation Of Psalm 146 Poem by Tom Billsborough
Imitation Of Psalm 146
My soul, no longer trust in promised world
It's light a glass, its favours shifting waves
Which always winds prevent from calming.
Let us leave these vanities, their strife.
It is God that gave us Life.
It is God whom we must love.
In vain, to satisfy our base desires,
We fawn in courts of Kings,
Our whole lives spent enduring
Their contempt on bended knees.
Their power is nothing, for they are as we,
In very truth, just men, who die as we.
For on their death, it is merely dust
That majesty so stately and so proud,
Whose pomp and splendour awed the world.
And in their gilded tombs where haughty souls
Still make a vain display.
They too succumb to worms and so decay.
And there is lost the titles of the Lords,
The arbiters of peace, the thunderbolts of Wars.
Once they have lost their sceptres
They have lost their flatterers,
Who join them in the common fall,
Down with their servants, all these wealthy souls.
Beautifully and well written poem which has given me much joy thanks
Ironically Malherbe died about ten years before the accession of the Sun king Louis X1V with all the excesses of that King's reign. Malherbe loved accuracy, not show! He knew how to write as one critic penned as his epitaph.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Reading this I am reminded of Shelley's poem Ozymandias where a traveler describes a statue he had seen in an antique land... the statue of a haughty king who once thought that he was the mightiest. But now what remains of him is only a statue on two legs with a trunk less body..... a colossal wreck. Below it, it is written..... 'My name is Ozymandias... king of kings'! Yes, all kingly powers will perish.... what will stay forever is God's love! So let us leave our vanities and turn to Him! Profound thoughts worthy of reflection!
Yes, Valsa. Shelley's wonderful poem is probably the best example of these ironies. Another that springs to mind is the half-finished statue of Stalin in Prague which the lady taking us to the University gleefully pointed out. Apparently he died as it was being erected, so they downed tools! Shelley and his wife Mary were extraordinarily intelligent. Mary's introduction to Shelley's Collected works is truly awesome. Of course she is remembered for Frankenstein but she was a truly modern woman in many ways, as was her mother, the original Bluestocking.