O me! O life!

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer: that you are here; that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

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  1. Robert Asherbraner
    January 21, 2023 at 7:46 pm

    “I had a lover’s quarrel with the world” by Robert Frost; “If this uncertain age in which we dwell;
    Were really as dark as I hear sages tell, And I convinced that they were really sages, I should not curse myself with it to hell,” (partial) -or- “Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.” Robert Frost.

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