加载中…Just a poem
(2011-01-20 07:59:48)
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Lest you leave your options in the
sunshine
Unprotected from night's bitter shade,
Now you may take them on the lunar wind,
Alive to phantoms vivid as your face
Reveling in front of reason's door.
Nor could your own inventions offer more,
Even those transfigured from your race,
Which, privatized, seem downsized, somehow thinned.
Yet here is all the wealth the past has made,
Each relic dipped in age-old vintage wine,
A treasure-trove of comedy and grace
Resting where your faith must go forth blind.
Unprotected from night's bitter shade,
Now you may take them on the lunar wind,
Alive to phantoms vivid as your face
Reveling in front of reason's door.
Nor could your own inventions offer more,
Even those transfigured from your race,
Which, privatized, seem downsized, somehow thinned.
Yet here is all the wealth the past has made,
Each relic dipped in age-old vintage wine,
A treasure-trove of comedy and grace
Resting where your faith must go forth blind.
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