Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IT CANNOT BE WISDOM, by TANIA BROOK First Line: This swift overture that beauty plays Last Line: Inviolate and numb. Subject(s): Beauty; Grief; Wisdom; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
This swift overture that beauty plays Upon the nerves So expands the spirit It cannot be wisdom To ignore or fear it; The keen expectancy It wakes in every sense Is subtle recompense -- To have known Beauty close is to have grown; Better from the musicale in sorrow, Its warm overtones A token for tomorrow, Than to cold wisdom Succumb Inviolate and numb. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE |
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