An Ode To Plain Wisdom: A Verlibre Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

By Anna Polibina-Polansky. An Ode to Plain Wisdom *** Deities rarely prohibit the devil Which coils up by your feet pretending to be smooth and domestic. Deities have other things to do, to gently occupy themselves with. Suffering is left for humans recalling of their cross each time They face intolerable moments. The arena for battles is suspicious of things. Wise people prevent own tortures, And here is the ultimate wisdom. Until very death, people are fearful of intolerable tortures, if they are sagacious enough. Anodynes occurcquite seldom. Adolescence doing with suffering is doomed for a better final point. Others will prefer the same lot of wise folks, though perhaps much later, but obligatorily. I prefer sound lyrics. The initial point is so clearly remembered by its trite forth, by its plain, healthy registers of trivial being. The aeschatology of suffering is too deep to be comprehended; perhaps it does with the core of hell. I have little to do with auspicious spheres, but I am in fear of repeating blunders, And suffering chooses other aims. The bliss is blankly, blindly sought, but is, yet, irrevocable and accidental. Rare occasions are the most thought of. Tediousness is never too sharp, overwon with suffering.2022