I find and lose; you wonder in vain
How it can be.
I know not, but I know the pain
is deep in me.
Tag: Poetry
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How can it be?
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Metamorphosis of a Vestal
from google Like an ancient statue of marble,
She was sitting there alone, noble;
Like a flower soaked in crimson waters,
She was drowning deep in Rivers of Fears;
Like a fairy ogled by an eager ogre so foul,
She was seeking a niche to save her soul
Chased by terrors of the repulsive with a howl
Until she cried out loud, “Artemis! Save Me!”
Then was heard no more, seen no more, but a tree
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Sleeping Imaginations
The Shepherdess
1881
by Camille PissarroI am awake – I know I dream not,
Making every image in seeing real
The fancy of the mind I know for aught,
Riding on a train of thoughts by a mile.When I dream – I think myself awake,
Seeing things in fantasy of the obscured mind
Buried in the vales of decaying senses at stake,
Gliding on a Flying Carpet overlooking the world.For my dreams are impertinent when unguided
By the consciousness of reality – Law of Reason –
Pulling the reins of Rational Truth in on the mystified,
Hunting out the causes of the Revolt against Reason.P.S: I wrote this poem upon reading “You and Your Dream” by Thomas Hobbes (1588-1679) in which the philosopher assessed the nature of /evidence of supernatural sights and other related matters. So in a way, this is my review on his essay, which I thought would be interpreted better in poetry based on its subject matter and the impressions it evoked.
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The Sound & Fury of Boreas
from google Behold his mighty wind power
Whirling leaves in eddies,
Rattling trees in terrible temper!
Boreas still remains in defiance!Listen to the gale hissing, howling
Loud and hard, growing louder harder till
It becomes ranting of the god going
Mad with his utmost resistance to nil!For the law of nature he cares none,
The principles of the Olympus he defies,
Boreas in great white ire against the Sun
Talks sound and fury in a whirlpool of gales.P.S. : Boreas, god of winter is still here because even though we have officially entered Spring, the weather conditions of yesterday and today fraught with torrential rains accompanied by gale force winds betray the law of nature. I hope to see spring skies in no time.
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The Great Leap Forward
from google The green frog leaps across
the great petal of a lotus.
The pond fills the silence.Sunday, February 22, 2011
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Spirit of Spring
Fresh-faced April, daintily bedight,
Adorned with a wreath of flowers,
Heralding her arrival in high spirit,
Liberating all from the grim shackles,
Breeding new lives into the gray kingdom,
Lets us leap with Joy of Spring in tandem.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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