"Behold, I am a herald of the lightning, and a heavy drop from the cloud: but this lightning is called Superman." —Friedrich Nietzsche, from “Thus Spoke Zarathustra”


Whence Sonnets Are Sung, Full-Throated and Deep

Whence are sonnets sung, full-throated and deep,
with bars of dulcet bliss sweetly echoing;
how inspired rhymes, so happily tuned, make thee weep
within thine innermost, and lofty, being?

Such work of genius the divine inspires,
so purely expressed are those lines profound,
that through the ages light Avalon's sacred pyre,
and lift the lover's heart to realms heaven-bound.

But what Muse's audience can godlings know,
tap powers bane, and forces pro-elliptic;
or with mind, bolts of inspired lightning throw,
work miracles through prophets hypo-manic?

These strange, rare, bizarre, but beautiful minds,
are lightning loosed from superhuman kinds!




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Written on 2025-03-22 at 06:56

Tags Nietzsche  Superman  Zarathustra 

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