Arthur Davison Ficke

(1883-1945 / United States)

I Am Weary Of Being Bitter - Poem by Arthur Davison Ficke

I am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise,
And the armor and the mask of these fall from me, after long.
I would go where the islands sleep, or where the sea-dawns rise,
And lose my bitter wisdom in the wisdom of a song.

There are magics in melodies, unknown of the sages;
The powers of purest wonder on secret wings go by.
Doubtless out of the silence of dumb preceding ages
Song woke the chaos-world—and light swept the sky.

All that we know is idle; idle is all we cherish;
Idle the will that takes loads that proclaim it strong.
For the knowledge, the strength, the burden all shall perish:
One thing only endures, one thing only—song.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010



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