I might forget ambition and the hunger for success.
I might forget the passion to escape from nothingness.
I might forget the curious dreams of ecstasy that haunt
My fancy day and night. I might forget them. But I can't.
If I could let the pen alone and leave the inkstand dry,
And forego perpetual effort to be climbing, climbing high,
And lay aside my mad designs to startle and enchant,
I might enjoy the sweet of common living. But I can't.
I might be just a Philistine, and eat, and drink, and sleep,
And drive a dusty motor and pile money in a heap,
And let the stream of life run through my brain and be forgot.
If I did, I might be happier. I might—and I might not.
What a beautiful poem this is! Not just any thought-provoking poem, but an ongoing thought-provoking poem, it works like a 'looping' photograph, over and over. Congratulations!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Congratulations on the choice of Poem Hunter and Team as The Classic Poem Of The Day.