I met some Incomplete poems.
I watched them from afar
Some were headless
Most were identityless.
I observed to find to which lands they belonged to.
Some carried parts of the sky in their Pocket
Some shone like Gold
Some had shoes with a worn out Sole
Some were Languageless
But they all held each other
By Words and Time
Don't know in oblivion or awe or hope..
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring :
ReplyDeleteThere shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again.
Fired at first sight with what the Muse imparts,
In fearless youth we tempt the heights of Arts ;
While from the bounded level of our mind
Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind,
But, more advanced, behold with strange surprise
New distant scenes of endless science rise !
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
(i)
ReplyDeleteWho whispers unknown tunes
In my ears now and then
my thoughts float away in songs,
In the shadows of my past lives,
In memories of my missing tune.
Wistful melodies goes awry,
Remembering bygone spring-nights
Of togetherness, upwards at the stars
My thoughts soar away as songs.
(ii)
From the beginning,
Because it's a poem without an ending,
It goes on and on forever ascending,
Although it's short,
You'll soon see why,
This poems the sort,
To make you try,
It makes you try to comprehend,
How a poem can never end,
It's infinite words never stop,
Because when you get to the bottom,
You always have to start back....
At the top,
Just as the world keeps spinning
You will always have to read it again.....