The Revelation

An idle poet, here and there,
Looks 'round him;but for all the rest.
The world, unfathomably fair,
Is duller than a witling's jest.

Love wakes men, once a lifetime each;
They lift their heavy lids and look;
And, lo, what one sweet page can teach,
They read with joy, then shut the book.

And some give thanks, and some blaspheme
And most forget;but either way,
That and the child' unheeded dream
Is the light of all their day.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
How poets write and view love and observe how man views it.

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freeatlast64847
Great observation on observation! wine
mubodj
Nicely pen, Revwhitewolf. The problem with poets is that they can squeze the whole life experience into one word at least and into one stanza at most
RevWhiteWolf
Merely an observation and perhaps not a problem, but rather a gift of explanation. wine
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