The Statue
Silent as a prowling cat,
Yet still as a quiet house—
Its beauty shines bright,
While the white marble slowly cracks.
Each sharp point and soft curve,
Accentuates the aged angel—
No it does not breathe,
Nor does it move.
And yet it instills a sense of nostalgia,
The kind that every human can experience—
The moon or sun shines,
The sight breath-taking.
It has the strength of Hercules,
And the beauty of Helen—
Tell me why the coldness
Ruins it all?
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Triae Robigo | 0 | 04/01/2011 |
| Dark Angel | 0 | 03/31/2011 |
| Unknown Love | 0 | 10/17/2010 |
| Dying Embers | 1 | 10/01/2010 |
| The Masquerade | 1 | 07/26/2010 |
| Not Myself Tonight | 1 | 05/25/2010 |
| Scorpia's Theme | 1 | 05/07/2010 |
| Mental Killer | 0 | 05/07/2010 |
| O Goddess | 1 | 05/07/2010 |
| Please Help Me | 0 | 05/05/2010 |
| The Voice Within | 1 | 04/22/2010 |
| Song In A Minor/F Major | 2 | 04/16/2010 |
| The Statue | 0 | 04/16/2010 |
| Don't Leave | 0 | 04/14/2010 |
| The End | 0 | 04/14/2010 |
| Madman | 3 | 04/02/2010 |
| Forest Garden | 1 | 03/25/2010 |
| Ghosts, Witches, Vampires, and Gnomes | 1 | 03/19/2010 |
| Mr. Death | 1 | 03/11/2010 |
| Sweet Raven | 1 | 03/10/2010 |
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