Never can I do in peace
That with which my Soul’s obsessed,
Never take things at my ease;
I must press on without rest.
Others only know elation
When things go their peaceful way,
Free with self-congratulation,
Giving thanks each time they pray.
I am caught in endless strife,
Endless ferment, endless dream;
I cannot conform to Life,
Will not travel with the stream.
Heaven I would comprehend,
I would draw the world to me;
Loving, hating, I intend
That my star shine brilliantly.
All things I would strive to win,
All the blessings Gods impart,
Grasp all knowledge deep within,
Plumb the depths of Song and Art.
Worlds I would destroy for ever,
Since I can create no world,
Since my call they notice never,
Coursing dumb in magic whirl.
Dead and dumb, they stare away
At our deeds with scorn up yonder;
We and all our works decay --
http://www.marxists.org/archive/marx/works/1837-pre/marx/1836feel.htm
2007-08-10
16:42:26
·
5 answers
·
asked by
Psyengine
7
in
Poetry