Not lightly does a man aspire To tune to good his inky lyre To rebirth that old primordial fire When all that’s made was not In passion, God took thought And turned it by a word A twist from which we gain All that ever was Joy, grief, and pain
He who would create must partake Of goblets drugged with heartache If he would souls awake Then he must bow. A servant to all He must drink bitter gall And learn to do as others fear— To garden with a tear And see within the coming dawn A flame that will arise and Stir the world with brightness
Above all, let him fear For the end draws near Shall his works be clothed in white? Or shall the night consume That which was not humbly written? Let the writer know his doom There is in craft a poison And a precious bloom May this word ring true: “I fought it through.”
All I can say is that this is fantastic! Great work Daeus!
Thanks, Christi.
*fervent applause*. Great stuff, Daeus!
Wow. This is amazing! I especially love the last line!
Thanks.
This is beautiful.
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So powerful. Fantastic poem, Daeus!
Utterly fantastic–I absolutely love this.
I’m even more amazed that you managed to take all these incredible phrases and fit them into a poem. Nicely done!
This flows very nicely and carries such a powerful message. (I also love the last line. Superb.) 🙂
Yesss! I love it when people notice that God created with words too. Philomyth to Misomyth is about the only other poem I know of that has anything to do with it, sadly. My favourite line is probably “To tune to good his inky lyre”.
Have you read the poem “Sword Blades and Poppy Seeds”, by Amy Lowell? Occasionally snatches of the flavour of this one reminded me of it, though it’s hard to say how, so I wondered.
Well, I’ve read it now. I’m quite pleased that my poem seemed even vaguely like it. I also wonder how she ever wrote a poem so long. My poems are always super short.
Love it! As a fellow poet, it still makes me happy to see you doing the poem things, sir! *salutes* Keep it up!
I love this Daeus! My favorite part was, “Shall his works be clothed in white? Or shall the night consume That which was not humbly written?” You impress me. 😀