He who hears the overtones
of wisdom will encounter disbelief,
and the fractures in his bone
will never heal, and cause incessant grief.
The bone of such a man will rust,
once he’s been drenched by wisdom as by rain,
and he mourn the way he lost the trust
in the divine, preferring the profane.
Augustine said: 'He who puts on wisdom puts on grief, and a heart that understands cuts like rust in the bones.'
This poem is a revision of “Overtones of Wisdom, ” written in 1999.
11/17/99
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem