This so concerns [my being].
Ah, the profanity of those who’ve not seen
Nor felt
Nor grasped
Nor told
How sad, is it not?
That by means of egocentricity
Have perceived but nothing of true being
Yet felt, in their minds, that all is well with them.
To whom do we owe such valor?
No fear has struck them yet.
This marks their false ‘boldness’
Does it not?
And if truth be mentioned
So does ‘brushing off’ begin
And comfort then regained
Such falseness of content there is.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Profiler | 0 | 05/15/2011 |
| Obsession: Ana | 1 | 01/30/2011 |
| Ill of Mind | 0 | 01/27/2011 |
| This so concerns [my being]. | 0 | 01/17/2011 |
| Grrrr -_- | 0 | 01/17/2011 |
| Knowledge Of Itself' | 0 | 01/14/2011 |
| Uncertainty Itself' Is A Sickness | 0 | 01/13/2011 |
| Unnoticed Flare | 2 | 01/10/2011 |
| To Whom It May [not] Concern | 0 | 01/09/2011 |
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