Meditating In Olypmia Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

Meditating In Olypmia

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“Alas! My whole life was wasted in vain”
exclaimed Roden, awe struck
when he saw Apollo in Olympia

and crazed he searched with both hands
the bottom of his pouch
trying to find out
whether the fault lied with a tool
which he had laid aside
and had not handled it with adequate care.

He runs hardly breathing
to the workshop of Pheideas

He searches everywhere – thinking –
about even the least humble one
which might have helped,
burying in agitation his fingers into the soil

Just in case that he might happen to find
anyone of the tools of Hephaistus
of which he is not aware,

in case that he chances to find
a tool of the Gods hidden in Olympia

which will stir
and elate the soul
and liberate it.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Before he became a great sculptor, when he was a young ambitious man, Rodin visited the Ancient Olympia, and was astonished by the monumental art work of Phidias. The poem (in the face of Rodin) is searching to define what is pure art!
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