The Strident Epochs Drown - Poem by William Wolff
The strident epochs drown, but you remain
With your colossal bulk. The world, amazed,
Has tried your timeless riddle, but in vain.
With your blind, yet all seeing orbs you have gazed
On what far-ranging dreams and mysteries?
Your being, seraphic and malevolent,
Incorporates creative energies,
And flaunts the death wish as an ornament;
In your eyes, fixed in trance, love blends with hate;
Your features embrace joy and agony.
What are you - demon-god, unbending fate,
The dark unconscious, judge of history?
Your visage, merciful and merciless,
Compels the mind to hope, to fear, to guess.
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