Jonathan ROBIN (22 September / London)
Event Attained - Eve Enter_tained An die Freude from Night Before 1092 Current Version
Drear night before was stark, austere, marked morrow darker might appear,
and yet, and yet, could shadows pass, joy metamorphosing life at last?
Sore night before saw stress bled lead, from bed to dread from dread to bed,
clouds pillow-billowed overcast, light overhead fled fleet and fast.
Flawed night before, reared insincere head ugly, no dream-future clear
could lighten load, elastoplast afford drear hide-bound mind repast.
The night before was long and wear, as faulty as a salty tear,
as fear tear followed, which aghast grieves universe, Earth’s girth surpassed.
No joy. Night fled where nowhere led, no motive true to stay ahead,
as eve grieve sped spread former care, another horror scope forecast.
Now night before’s forgot! Instead to joy sublime time's rhyme chime’s wed,
to trophy rich which at long last plays switch stitch lines, may from cold blast
defend end chill, will lend to head, heart strings resprung, soul whole, sheet spread.
Yet don’t forget such sharp contrast between what followed and the past
so precious seems that outline here might make Gods jealous, so we'll steer
from tale few read truth unsurpassed, let each judge joy through insight vast.
(19 March 2005 revised 6 December 2006 and 4 May 2013)
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