No Terminus Poem by Julia Klimenova
No Terminus
There is no final truth in life,
No questions that can just be settled
Once and for all. We don't arrive
At any terminus. Accept it.
Or else it would be such a bore
To know the only road to heaven.
What to detest, what to adore -
No one can tell, and couldn't ever.
No answers are completely right.
That's life: eternal search for light.
I like your poem. I just do not happen to agree. The meaning of life is definately discovered each moment of the journey, but some things are eternal. Wordsworth said it best for me in Ode On Intimations of Immortality. He says: Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting And cometh from afar; Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home:
Jul, you are reading my mind! It's like I was reading my own poem! .....
Right, I've now read all 7 of your postings, Julia, and I want more! ! !
What a wonderful title you have chosen for this poem! The title very much fits in with its theme: Uncertainty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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But final terminus is grave, what sunk in ivy, green and grievous and neither love nor hate us save from reaching it on winter eve.