robert dickerson

Holderlin - Poem by robert dickerson

Clouds of heart-numbing sorrow, vain dreams-
how often have they fled, routed by your beams
great Helios, calm on your throne, amidst you,
silent Aether, goading my soul to valor.
Poor the man who knows you not, glorious Gods-
an owl of contention shrieks in his breast
Darkness clings to him, his soul cannot rest
nor tune invent itself in his heart.
Unaging and eternal Gods you free
from error and care those who trust you-
their souls never grow bitter or dim
or leave childhoods' charmed garden.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 2, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 5, 2010

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