In protestation of his time He found the human mind divine, Found the talk that made it up, Spoke aloud, and would not jump. 5 "Clear words beget clear heads." Clarity in life, clarity in death Is the best man has to hope or dread. In protestation of his time Man completes the balance of his rhyme. 10 To rip at the savage face To tear out the tyrant's heart Was his only mellow wish, when once He tottered at his infant start. "Poetry's the soul in the hole 15 Of all our deluded union." Never again to read in dread What any briary tongue Or lashed heart had said. A pauper's son, a poor man's daughter 20 Live their fused lives upon the waters, Bless the vision that lifts them in a trance Beyond their haunted circumstance. A steady voice, a glance like Fate's, "All the million reductive deaths 25 Of a single soul in resistance Find their measure, and their truth in Time In the balance of a rhyme Not otherwise."
From the collection "Divine Revolt"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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