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Life is an infinite continuum, feeding on its own death. Our mortality, real and imagined, lives within. We can always see these truths with a discerning eye. The mirrored images that seem like two, are but one, a parallel universe whose paths cross like a wisp of wind, we are all of one time, like prose and poems written in separate centuries, but of the same struggle. There, always there, truth never hides, except for those who don’t seek it  for fear of what they might find. From light to dark we fly in different directions though toward the same destination. What matters is what we do on our flight. Do we see the paths of leaves as they float on the pond, the reflection of the sky beyond, and the trees, who have now shed their leaves but will reflect full in the spring; beneath the leaves, the roots of the lily pads  and the stare of a wary carp who looks from his world as we do from ours? We must find time on our journey to read, play a game, or simply sit and wonder at the marvels around us, for death will come in its own time…

Teen Poet--Poem #9


Blog Posted:2/11/2013 9:07:00 AM

“A sad and great evil is the expectation of death

And there are also the inane expenses of the funeral.

Let us therefore cease from pitying the dead

For after death there comes no other calamity”—(Palladas)

While reading the following poem, which is actually the first verse of a much larger work by John (at this writing only 16 years old) I had a revelation.  We say today that “Fifty is the new forty and forty is the new thirty” etc., but perhaps this is more true than we know and in more than one way.  Those generations weren’t coddled like we, they were expected to be older, more mature, and were held to a higher standard and expectations, often out of necessity ,  but more because those times demanded it for growth of mind and body, and at the extreme—survival.  Read some letters that were sent home from American Civil War or Revolutionary War or writings of the past centuries by ordinary people and envy their style and vocabulary.  Even those not literate had street smarts that would put most of our current snobs to shame.  So,  I contend that the reverse is true, and in a more complimentary way.  A thirty year old of the past knew more about life than a forty year old today and the sixteen year old here, well…

 

What Agony of Beauty!---How the sad

Long book of moonlight troubles all this place!

A crazy sweetness fills my head,  until

The mind is swamped with fullness of the soul…

How will this beauty, at the time of death

Come sweeping back, come flooding over me!

How will this quiet hour in after years

Engulf the mind that once beheld its form!

What more could man desire?

                                               ----Quiet and Peace,

You, I would have flow over me like water

As some cool wave upon a sun-dried sand---

Here is a soothing rest for the troubled mind

In evenings  coolness, fingers of the wind…

For here, in this freshening hour of breeze and night-birds

Here is the source of our constant sanity

We who spend years in offices and cars

Who thought the slaves of Time can yet sustain

The balance of our twisted nerves and notions

As a heated lover---

                                         Hearing the song of a bird

Is still,---hears too, perhaps, though undefined

The haunting drift of death in somber wind…

How many generations loved this place,

And, passing, left to us this privilege?

So we who have come, continuing in their stead

Inherit the spirit and phrase of ancient sagas

Hearing, perhaps, in the whisperings of the leaves

Tales that our fathers told when they were here

Feeling, perhaps, at evening in this place

Loves of the morning that our fathers knew

Here where the valley is filled with voices and pine-winds…

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  1. Date: 2/12/2013 11:21:00 AM
    Beautiful poem, Craig. Thanks for sharing these with us. love and hugs, catie :)

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  1. Date: 2/11/2013 4:05:00 PM
    so beautiful, Craig, and what you were blogging on about death, etc. Actually, compared to the early 1900's, 70 is more like the new 50!! Since most people only lived to be 50 years old. I hope you might give us a blog about this young guy who wrote all these poems you keep showing us. Like tell us how you know of him , how he died, and how many poems he wrote. Stuff like that!!

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    cornish Avatar craig cornish Date: 2/12/2013 6:38:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Will do Andrea
  1. Date: 2/11/2013 9:19:00 AM
    What a beautiful poem.. Charma

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