Gelett Burgess

(30 January 1866 – 18 September 1951 / Boston, Massachusetts)

Abstrosophy - Poem by Gelett Burgess

If echoes from the fitful past
Could rise to mental view,
Would all their fancied radiance last
Or would some odors from the blast,
Untouched by Time, accrue?

Is present pain a future bliss,
Or is it something worse?
For instance, take a case like this:
Is fancied kick a real kiss,
Or rather the reverse?

Is plenitude of passion palled
By poverty of scorn?
Does Fiction mend where Fact has mauled?
Has Death its wisest victims called
When idiots are born?

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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