Oh ancient youth crowned in glory
Bronzed and symbolic of victory
You were looted and lost in the Adriatic sea
And drawn from the depths of antiquity
Nameless and naked in the city of lost souls
Your mysteries deepened and unresolved
Your swift feet are gone; you are alone
Torn from your privileged plinth of stone
Detached, unstoppable, determined your gaze
Dedication and discipline, the old ways repay
Silently you speak to all young men
Despite all adversity, you can rise and rise again
While reading the poem, I imagined for a while growing up in old Greece or Rome. Or perhaps in old India at the time the Upanishads were written or in the China of Confucius... If I would have a choice, perhaps I would choose the Indian experience, learning directly wisdom from a wise guru-sage. I love the stories of old of discipline and respect and agree very much that these values are something we need very much for the youth of today. Very well written and thought provoking poem.
A poem that is for youth, young people engaged in life's struggle. Once the young were robbed, but they can bounce back from injustice.
This statue made by the Greek sculptor must be an artistic marvel and a priceless antique piece, that it is still a bone of contention, though it has lost its original glory!
Aren't these sculptures from antiquity inherently fascinating? I love looking at ancient objects and wondering who made them and what their lives were like and why they created the piece and where was it placed... one can start imagining a life style so different yet the emotions are often alike...Fascinating poem, Simone. An enjoyable read. Made me feel like I was there in that museum studying the statue.
(cont.) perhaps some rich gay Greek just had the statue outside his bathroom window? a REAL mystery, indeed! ! ! this scenario gives a different slant to the poem's you can rise and rise again to MyPoemList. bri :)
(cont.) what causes one to refer to the statue as that of a victorious youth and imply it is a man/boy? does it have a laurel wreath*** crowning its head....or other body part? *** In ancient Greece wreaths were awarded to victors, both in athletic competitions, including the ancient Olympics—for which they were made of wild olive-tree.....—and in poetic meets... [thanks, Wikipedia] (cont.)
thanks for the Poet's Notes! must have had slender ankles! ! plinth: noun... a heavy base supporting a statue or vase. Architecture the lower square slab at the base of a column.....i HATE when someone tries to MAKE ME learn vocabulary! ha ha. THERE! I'VE forgotten the definition already. :) (cont.)
Mysteries! ! I love finding mysteries and yes I love solving them... but part of me wants some things to remain mysteries to the end of time. There have to be mysteries to give us adventures and become pioneers again in places unknown!
Brilliant, Simone! You have subverted Ozymandias. This is terrific. A perfect 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Behind the victory of the ancient youths, there was rock hard determination, dedication and discipline! Their paths were not smooth..... they had to combat with antagonistic forces! Nothing was served on a silver platter! They speak directly to the younger generation to brave all adversities and rise to lofty heights! Very inspirational!