Then, with a weak hand, he wrote:
‘I must stop dreaming, I am nearly seventeen,
To forge that grand old age bespoke
I mustn't rest in an evocation wisdom has yet seen
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Obscure but powerful and imaginative, with richness of imagery and language. Reminds me of Dylan Thomas. Didn't you mean concealed the sight'? Also I'm not sure about 'encompass', here meant, I think, as a noun when it's only ever a verb. But again, very good poetry. Thanks for posting it... Rod
Appreciate your comments Rod! And I meant conceit, to depict a dependency on thought which ultimately 'conceals' the sight - but in a sense it's concealed in conceit! Many thanks- Leonardo
Powerful, masterfully crafted poem.10