Lines on the cryptic mystique of the poet and his or her poesy.


What Mystery Has Poesy?

What mystery has poesy?
What purpose has its measured art?
Why ask, “To be or not to be,”
when tragedy assails the heart?

What destiny has the poet?
What fated wonders wait for him?
How best do his verses show it
when other’s light become more dim?

These hidden lines from cryptic clime
have kept the mysteries that bind,
that seal for all of turbid time
to be of enigmatic kind.

These questions of old, ancient rime
have plagued unwitting, empty minds;
what won’t be known in obscure time
will show itself in what man finds.




Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-05-03 at 03:41

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