The Curse Of Being A Poet Poem by Vera Dike
The Curse Of Being A Poet
The curse of being a poet
To see a beauty and misery
of the World
The conflict, the fall
and rising of a Man.
To Feel the urge
set Yourself on the fire
and put the whole struggle
into rhymes.
The joy of life
and sometimes senseless effort
when - the more You try
the less You can gain
the tenderness of love
the biterness of hate
the cry of tormented soul
and its pain.
To be wide awake
while You keep the power
and the fragile beauty
of your dreams.
When
To dream means
staying alive.
I totally agree with You Denis Mair, thank You for the deep words
It would be nice to remain in a half-waking state, to immerse oneself in a sweet dream, but the poet does not have that option. To send dreams forth on winged words takes struggle, and our world of jagged fragments does not indulge the old dreams that gave poets a sense of belonging. The poet must step outside to get perspective, then re-immerse, in a continual and arduous alternation, driven by the thirst to see things whole.// This poem calls for a companion piece that would tell of the blessings.
o Feel the urge set Yourself on the fire and put the whole struggle into rhymes..... to dream means staying alive. so many beautiful lines here in this poem. liked it very much
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 12:49:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A great tribute to poets in guise of curse. Thanks.