These Great Poems
Choose a subject, a ruin heart,
A girl who cries at night,
A broken wing, a bird learning to fly again,
Or a bad man,
Of no conscience but learn the ways of the lord, rehabilated from the paths of evil,
The light at the end of the tunnel,
From darkness to light.
When one reads a great poem,
When one encounters a delighfull surprise,
Surprise,
And praise for the poet and the poem.
One rises from our own mortality into the gods of immortalities,
One encounters his own spechless soul of wonders to the soul of eloquence,
This why a great poem surpasses, surprises
Our mute inarticulations at the ways of the world.
Maybe like a God we can feel our own impotence,
Yet unlike his own
Of all the horror why permit these transgression,
Why then the another alter question,
Why then does these great words point to the other way, ?
As does these great poems,
Stir our minds from the shores of darkness into the lights of the way? ,
Into the incandescent luminosity of this great life,
To the great tapestry of these great riddle, why am i here?
What's the point of so much admiration and adoration for such an inconsistent world?
But through these good poems,
We may find some answers,
We may partially grasped the truth.
This why we love these great poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem