Tuesday, May 5, 2015

GREAT VERSE

               Great verse not only turns but elevates,
               Exciting rapture with its lyric spell,
               Lifting one into lofty mental states
               That only classic poems can compel.

               The hum-drum verse that poetasters turn
               To please the multitudes is destined for
               Oblivion, while shapely lyrics earn
               Repute posterity cannot ignore.

               They’ve mastered that which is the highest art:
               To seem as easily flowing as a stream,
               As naturally rhythmic as a beating heart
               With no apparent craft or covert scheme.

                    A Grecian urn, though molded, carved and fired
                    Will seem, in time, an artifact inspired.








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