The Poets
Some Minds
Have seen, in visionary mode,
Reflective wonders in a raindrop’s heart;
Love leaping, veiled, within a sudden glance;
The hidden meaning in some cryptic sign;
Mystical glories of Eternity:
Have heard
Faint footsteps of the unseen wild;
The quiet cause of loud disturbances;
Unwritten knowledge told by whisper-winds;
The soundless words of Intuition’s voice:
Have felt
The confidence of hope; the doubts of fear;
The vast, all-conscious Being of the universe:
Have plumbed
Despair; scaled optimistic heights;
Offered each sense to every influence;
Drawn inspiration from the formless air;
Created objects never known before;
Brought light to shadowed concepts of the brain:
Have thought
To limn each rare experience
In lucid phrases rich with imaged skill;
Attempted to distil within one work
The essence of illimitable lore.
Such Minds
Distinguish Poets, who deserve respect
Not for themselves, so much, as what they dared effect.
