The raindrops pound upon the nerves
The winds howl stringently, and sing
A song to fill a winter night, a surge
Of rage against a bitter fate, a king
Who wanders in the blustry snows
Naked to the icy blows.
Never, never, weep for Man.
Refuse all pity, for the pain
That drives him from his native home
Is driven by an urgent drum;
And those who try to save the race
Doom other species in its place.
Deride the dreams of childish ones
Who sing of hope in future times:
Look around, and praise the hours
That toll indifferently to a close.
Then weep a bit, and realise
These are the universal rules.
The tension between hope and despair... to me, this is real, and Hope itself is very real... For mankind? Maybe not. For Eternity? Yes! Perhaps this isn't the point of your poem - a beautifully! written piece. It's what we do with ourselves in the time that we have, and not just for ourselves, which generates a kind of hope. But I take your point, especially as a mother... (Wo) Man is a Ass in many hopeless respects.
a very beautiful written poem will, and well said. we need to do what we can, while we are here, and not waste any time, because it is so short, like a vapor, it is only for a while then it's gone. nice write.
Eloquent and thought-provoking as always. t x
You have tied this all together beautifully. What a shame that the same mental power that allows us to bend the world for sustenance, health or shelter reveals us our mortality.
This 'rules' in my opinion... a 'universal' masterpiece! Absolutely superb by every measure... a brilliant piece of poetry.
Beautiful interplay of sensory and abstract images to say never, never, never
And those who try to save the race Doom other species in its place. These will be memorable lines for years to come, Will. Very reflective of what has been haunting your heart and mind, what has absented you from the web. We're patiently awaiting your return, a new surge of compassionate pieces. A wonderful poem. Susie xx.
Will. I won't add to the entirely accurate approbations below, save to say that this is an absolute stunner. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dark, wise, and very beautiful. A song for a winter night indeed! Write on, Will. Warm regards, Sandra