Polemic
The Arabs ascribe black to Hate,
something I find most inadequate.
To their simple souls that lack of hue
doubtless covers well that dark virtue.
But I with my baroque mind
must seek a metaphor more refined
(some venoms, perhaps, that seem
pellucid as a mountain stream?):
a concept elegantly facile,
finely distilled, volatile...
to exquisitely sublimate
this magnificent thing called Hate.
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something I find most inadequate.
To their simple souls that lack of hue
doubtless covers well that dark virtue.
But I with my baroque mind
must seek a metaphor more refined
(some venoms, perhaps, that seem
pellucid as a mountain stream?):
a concept elegantly facile,
finely distilled, volatile...
to exquisitely sublimate
this magnificent thing called Hate.
***
Labels: poetry
Selected by SPECKLED_BAND |
11:19 |
5 Comments:
:-) and inspired by yours, here's a bit of my nonsense:
The Arabs wed in white, as well
as mourn in deep black,
for white and black, both may quell
fertile joy, passions flame -
Widows and brides, alike, learn a pious shame,
thus, and the heart must learn to cut some slack.
Across the Indus, Arabs found,
in luscious green, torn-flesh red,
'Indu brides - black-ankled, proud!
Blood met blood, with flaming vigour;
marriage, in 'Industan, was red, de rigeur.
White, or black, is reserved for loves dead.
And when you, my dear, so interdict,
Who am I to contradict? :)))
'to exquisitely sublimate
this magnificent thing called Hate.'
ahhh, such an exquisite 'distillation' of this emotion of hate, could it be that, now it too is a 'many-splendoured' thing and now holds sway ??!! Ensuring that foolish love washed away....
Its bull's eye, yet again, Mr. Speckled Band :)
Keep 'em coming !
Perfect, as always. You my dear friend are an inspiration.
And I agree with Ph!
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