Mists Of Poetry - Poem by Frederick Kesner
For us there is an expression
Of significant emotions
Emotion is alive in poems
Not in the poet's dark stained past.
Emotions are not personal,
Art is also not personal;
What he writes is not Life itself
But Life's emotion translated.
Poetry is not seen or heard
But to be seen through & heard from;
It shows us a picture, tells a tale
Though that is not it in itself.
You who doubt of this being so
But have a mind to conceive thoughts
And sensibilities to feel
The disorder, the futility,
Meaninglessness and suffering,
The mysteries of existence -
You and only you will find peace:
In poems we are all reconciled.
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