Jon Corelis Poet Rhyme

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Tu ne quaesieris

Don’t scan your horoscope today
to find out what the stars may say
tomorrow brings, or if you’ll see
the lilacs bloom again, that tree
bud, flare, and fade, the sun decline
into its winter’s mortal shine:
what lies ahead is still a blur,
though what’s to come is all too sure. 
The vanished years recede so fast,
and any smile may be our last:
we’re not designed to glimpse our end;
just take what good the gods may send.
This is all we need to know:
we’ve got today: don’t let it go.



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In imitation of (though not a translation of) Horace Odes I.11.  

Please note that I never have used and never will use AI to compose or revise any of my writings.

A random comment on poetry in general:  A good poem is addressed to the person who reads it, not to the person who writes it.  By this standard, there are practically no good poems being written today.

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