“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Tuesday, June 7, 2016
(wee wonder)
What can we say
in One True Sentence,
said so-the Hemingway?
What can be
eternally true-
except, accept,
What is thought
by the poet...
What can the poet
paraphrase and contain
in one line taut
itty-bitty with immensity...
What can we imagine
and utter as real
What can we feel
and express as solidified
What can we read
that has not been said
What can be True
when nothing is eternal
except, accept,
what cannot be named
love.
Image of painting by Alexander Mann (oil on canvas) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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