Poets aren't god
but if there is a god
or anything approaching a god
he's a poet
and a failed one at that
-the fall of Hyperion
by Dan Simmons
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2 comments:
A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music… and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul." (Soren Kierkegaard)
So true...
Innocence is barren
While guilt, suffering and blood
Bring out the divine in us
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