Sing goddess! Sing through your faithless lyre;
Sing to this world, even as beauty flees,
Leaving us parched and barren as the trees;
Ignite again your wild and raving fire!
Lost have I been. Parnassus’ holy spire
Hid by the thoughtless clouds, I dwelt instead
In the earth of pain and sadness, death and dread.
But now you come in the glory of our Sire!
So sing goddess! Sing of the heavenly spheres,
The radiant city which has no end,
How happiness is ours, and turn our tears
To joy for the Good which must transcend.
For even the thickest darkness melts away
Before the slightest candle’s slenderest ray.
For a period of almost two years I wrote almost nothing; I had little time to write and as a consequence, I was growing dejected.
ReplyDeleteThen in the autumn of 2008, when I went to Washington D.C. and finally had a significant amount of free time, I experienced a creative explosion which produced over one hundred and twenty poems.
This poem was written at the beginning, when I began to feel all my pent up creativity start to break out.
I LOVE D.C.
ReplyDeleteThe city does wonderous things inspirationally ;)
I'm anxious to read more.
With love,
Donna Nicole