Saturday, December 29, 2012
Poems enjoin one to the truth that stroked a bomb,
It blew at once when the last day erupted
Like the soldiers at war and the stars in the sky,
Floating are their orbits and forgiven are their paths.
The planets have spoken of their future,
Life hails with a hand that masters the youth
And the young worlds of forces and pressures.
Poems enjoy your correspondence for their strains,
And the music of the story belittles the brain
As the mind concentrates and enjoys its line.
Let poetry be the spectacle of joy and pleasure
That entails an understanding of the highest kind.