In Art we find our own humanity,
By deifying our self defeating doubt,
And find within, that pure sincerity,
Which is denied us in the world without.
For ‘tis the sole prerogative of Art,
That it may truth and honesty attest,
And only he an artist is, whose heart,
Will to the world unveil his minds unrest.
While reason seeks to make the many few,
And grasp the world in gross generality,
The artist finds generalities issue,
Within the laws of personality,
And thus his vision renders truth more true-
Of Man and Nature in totality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So u wrote dis yorself? I must say dis is a most marvelous poem i read tday. Do read mine too pleez.