Goethe In Dormition Iii Poem by Morgan Michaels

and by its world-transforming power prosper
Poetry, that cleaves the good man, well,
from the imposter;
Keep your standards high
but ease them with a sigh;
stare the devil blandly
in the face,
oft so comely and so full of grace-
it does not exist, disgrace.
Go with him a dance
minuet or cinq-a-pace,
dance your pants
off-in the end, 'unhand
me sir', say firmly, kindly,
'Would I never loved so blindly;
that will learn ye! '
Live with inimitable Art
that keeps us free of vice
kindling at heart
the voice
that bids us to be men.