The Master
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Seems possessed of a devil;
Within struggling a force wild
Overmastering and holding him to ransom
Blind to some disturbing vision
In his soul, though looking placid…….
In his soul felt some deep-rooted instinct of creation
Like a spirit possessing his whole being
And forcing him irresistibly to action
In placid hours, dreams many a creative thing
Humility—yet pride and scorn
Instinct and study; love and hate sting
All should meet and mate to deliver
Creation is his jealous mistress
Until and unless he creates
She disturbs and arrests
Once he creates his masterpiece
His faults are accepted
As the necessary compliment to his merits
And the devil possessed releases him
From insanity to heavenly bliss………..
Believes in intoxication
Ecstatic he becomes when creates masterpiece………..
Many many thanks.......Geetha........I am humbled..........
Ecstatic he becomes when creates masterpiece……….. Beautiful lines... Wonderful poem and very true said....Creation is his jealous mistress.. Loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unless and until feelings unloaded the master will not sit still............very well said.............