Abrupt
The Poet Seer
Sing of
Raw verse and
Song.
The Ages pass!
He said
We grow
All were so young
All drank the fount of youth
All were small boys
Small girls
But now
Now
Totter in our ageing.
For all
The Ages pass!
Age his scythe mows
And passes
All
All
Nay
Even the Poet Seers
Below the Muse's hands
For all
The Ages pass!
Alas!
At last!
The Poet Seer has returned to your poetry! I was thinking about him, and his timely appearances at other stages of your writing. I don't remember if I actually did this - but I was going to suggest you revive him. In the past the poet seer has confronted many crises, taken on whatever mission must be fulfilled, endured the suffering required for human beings to achieve their next level of spiritual growth. He is the point-man, the pioneer, the scout, the one who takes the first risk so that the rest of us can cross the threshold. Poet Seer, carry the weight, once more....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It does doesn't it Emmanual. We do not want to see it, and sometimes it even sneaks up on us...even on the abilities of the poet's imagination. Very nice Emmanual I may not have grasped your meaning correctly; but is is lovely just the same :)