a great poetic journey in 3 acts.. I especially like the final part, that registers the last movement in Bruckner's symphony, with the key passages here below:
'' or have we rushed into a new place we only thought / was home.. ''
''.. I am only a teller of tales, a writer
of poems, perhaps only a dreamer of reality, always
half-asleep, with inspiration revealing to me only
small epiphanies... ''
'' Let us look into each other's eyes and find a trace of
that knowledge the journey and the music revealed, .. ''
Poetry, as well as Music, has the great ability to get to the very depth of our 'soul' (I'm not a believer, as you know, and I use 'soul' in the meaning of 'heart & mind' - that is the highest level of conscience) .
I find it absolutely right: we are dreamers of reality.. and more than sometimes I ask myself what Universe I'm living in.. the one I dreamed of or the one where I actually breathe in..? But probably both are true, in their own way.. :)
[P.S.: I've been listening to Bruckner's 8th while reading your 3 parts poem]
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a great poetic journey in 3 acts.. I especially like the final part, that registers the last movement in Bruckner's symphony, with the key passages here below: '' or have we rushed into a new place we only thought / was home.. '' ''.. I am only a teller of tales, a writer of poems, perhaps only a dreamer of reality, always half-asleep, with inspiration revealing to me only small epiphanies... '' '' Let us look into each other's eyes and find a trace of that knowledge the journey and the music revealed, .. '' Poetry, as well as Music, has the great ability to get to the very depth of our 'soul' (I'm not a believer, as you know, and I use 'soul' in the meaning of 'heart & mind' - that is the highest level of conscience) . I find it absolutely right: we are dreamers of reality.. and more than sometimes I ask myself what Universe I'm living in.. the one I dreamed of or the one where I actually breathe in..? But probably both are true, in their own way.. :) [P.S.: I've been listening to Bruckner's 8th while reading your 3 parts poem]