like kites
emotions rise
to choke
at his heart strings, enveloping
him with a veil-like sheath of melancholy.
masked
from the outside chords of chaos, phrases
from the Homeric oeuvre,
refresh his mind with
memory,
blotting out forever
the winds of nihilism blowing
with natural fervour and
like a learned Eremite
pondering over his books,
he waits
in silent knowledge
until
strength rises within his breast
like the Towers of Ilium.
Like Ulysses,
he'll ride his ship
over the distant, bulging deep
his craft
sailing on the rough seas of knowledge,
its sails
filled with
the billowing winds
of learning.
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I would like to translate this poem
great verses and write...10 Ency Bearis