Symposium

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Symposium

Dictation virtues pres’nt in thy mind,

Yet, over yond’r lies the war of thought,

I lay out my thought down to the bare rind,

And pres’nt my case for something I sought,

 

I ride the winds of thought the war of ideas,

The symposium has begun a war,

Bivouacked in the doctrine of zia’s,

World about lies raped as if she were whore,

 

Ideal’st wars of stock and stone and word,

Clash as the legions of the two forces,

Battle out thought in symphonies unheard,

Like gods of old atop of horses,

 

Yet, it is I who has faith in virtue,

And believing the case such as world too.

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

liberalartist9’s Poems (15)

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Indaco Fiume 0
Going Insane 1
Yield, a requiem 0
A Sonnet The Third 0
Symposium 0
A Wondrous Homecoming 2
Forever Inspired 3
Timend 4
Frozen Virtue 3
Agony and Resiliance 5
Candle 2
Faithful to Faith 2
Failures as a past 5
Where I'm From 8
Agape for the World 4