If we could glimpse that secret,
Then conjour up a name,
Approaching a likeness
To destiny's beam,
Before the prism splits apart,
That sole spring of diversity,
The unwritten prelude
To all liberty,
To each luxurious moment
Of fanciful denial,
Every conceit of the human heart,
Would we dare speak
That word of words,
Set amongst
All those we share,
And pretend our understanding?
5 comments:
This poem, Blasphemy, is brilliant. I'm writing it down in my notebook along with Bertrand Russell, Stephen Crane, and all the other speakers of truth.
Thank your for your appreciation, Count.
It struck me that a supreme blasphemy can be heavily disguised with piety . . .
Quite true...and quite effective. My best
Beautifully written. I'm glad to have found your blog.
I try to come back and read Blasphemy every other day. It never grows old and each reading gives a more subtle shading to it. I agree that piety, both knowingly and unknowingly, always stands in front of both blasphemy and hypocracy. Blasphemy is also a disparinging of doubt... the path to knowledge. :) :)
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