Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Schooled Valentine

The day we are born
is cause for mourning school
of ontological oncology      
so lyrically sung by Leopardi
and so ably taken up by
Baudelaire and Poe
Rimbaud and Beckett
that whole splenetic stream
of soaring music’s sorrowing dream
seems to me now such an overreaction
to the simple clarity of Novalis
whose thoughts open like flames
eating away the material world’s
thick overlay of spirit light
I imagine the great thinkers
in conversation with one another
over the centuries in the mystery
schools of intense emotions
but in his sun-lit words I feel
a healing magic at work still

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