Let’s learn limits of pain to cross
And walk across the greens of comforts lain,
Far away, tossing aside convention,
To kiss unknown acres of new terrain,
Pain is the way new things are learnt,
Curiosity may have her heaven killed,
And yet, without it Eve would have stayed stilled
At Eden Garden’s confining bushes,
Blissful, content, far from pregnant
With possibilities howso hellish,
So, let’s tie unknown fears on a tight leash,
And ere it’s time desert no sinking ship,
If not else, to see how frightening fright
Be, let’s refuse lifeboat to a safe shore.
Let’s at times seek no rescue flight
To see how well is lit our inner light,
And find comfort in darkling night.
And to see if our spotless soul comes clean,
It’s all right at times to embrace some dirt,
And learn to live with stains on our own shirt;
Let’s leave of absence to our old masks give,
Unconcerned if in open sin to live,
To let the world see the way we have been.
This is to learn crossing limits of pain,
Pleasures o’er pain have marred morality1,
Pain it is that produces poetry.
Yet wait, this second thought,
It too sounds no less sane—
More so sprouting unsought:
The art of life it is avoiding pain2.
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1. Friederich Nietzche from The Antichrist
2. Thomas Jefferson,1786
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- Musings | 01.02.14 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem