The Masterpiece Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

Someone would say: There's no safe
Benchmark to claim a thing chef d'œuvre.
Yea, this is true, I do not chafe,
Almost agreeing to whatever...

The plain, the dull, and the opaque
Deflect no lightness of the Being.
Oft things wear off for what-not's sake
And vanish, faded, disagreeing.

The mediocre pleases not,
Nor does repetitive, annoying.
But what with sensual soul wrought
Seems grand for seeing and enjoying!

The masterpiece - time-tested pledge
Of greatest strivings' light eternal,
To dwarf man, make him feel as wretch
In a coil of vanities diurnal...