Let there be no limit to man's kingdom,
Working up a new lump He took a pause,
Reflected on his new venturous cause,
Wonder what he'd do with wit and wisdom!
……
Today if told man might feel it unfair,
But God had had a hunch and inkling rare.
Given his tact man an utmost height spies
Whilst his inanity reaching a pitch,
But seldom still high ‘nough to realise
Wither goes he— devil, deep sea, or ditch!
His wisdom vouchsafing ways otherwise,
His follies, frailties reaching stratosphere
Where dangles before him a tempting prize,
But would God have any patience to spare!
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Sonnets | 10.08.13 |
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I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful and perceptive poem. How can our great Creator be happy with men who want to take His place. The world is full.of hatred and greediness. God, probably has lost His patience. A well thought and conveyed write, Sir.
Thank you poet Rose Marie for thinking alike