In A Lecture Room Poem by Arthur Hugh Clough
In A Lecture Room
Away, haunt thou me not,
Thou vain Philosophy!
Little hast thou bestead,
Save to perplex the head,
And leave the spirit dead.
Unto thy broken cisterns wherefore go,
While from the secret treasure-depths below,
Fed by the skyey shower,
And clouds that sink and rest on hilltops high,
Wisdom at once, and Power,
Are welling, bubbling forth, unseen, incessantly?
Why labor at the dull mechanic oar,
When the fresh breeze is blowing,
And the strong current flowing,
Right onward to the Eternal Shore?
Clouds that sink! ! With the muse of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Such a great write by Arthur Hugh Clough..........................
Great poem. Philosophy can not be constructed just by mind alone. It must be backed by calls from a higher spirit.
As a philosophy graduate I can relate to this poem. Indeed, it does seem to, ' perplex the head/ And leave the spirit dead..' I rarely study it these days. Currently my focus is firmly on creativity...poetry.
the strong current flowing, Right onward to the Eternal Shore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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All These things we see are passing away, vanity of philosophies, vanity of wisdoms, vanity of vanities, we are all passing away with it.