an effort to reconstruct a previous poem, which was lost in a power-cut instantaneous with my posting it; lost forever since it was written off-hand; and, of course, the original first version was much better than this reconstruction copy...
When you have travelled far for nothing
just to find yourself in perfect darkness
with no end to it, no bottom to the abyss,
like a blind man without stick led down into a mine,
it is a lesson only of orientation,
and you must get through that darkness all alone,
there is no other way and no one to release you
from that hellish course to nowhereness of nothing
but to just get through with it, the worse the better;
for it is a lesson only, just another education,
the best form of which is travel,
which by trials certainly will teach you
something of reality, an accurate perspective;
since reduced into a flying brittle autumn leaf
completely at the mercy of the winds of destiny,
of passion, nature, politics and maybe war
you will be privileged to see things as they are
from both above and through and from the gutter,
which remains the best of all perspectives;
since down there you only can look up
and move up and improve
and have things to look forward to,
perhaps the only natural position and perspective,
that of natural humility, which teaches you
the underdog's philosophy of true survival,
just observing, bowing, looking up, admiring
all forms of life and loving it.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-11-15 at 11:53
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Humility II
When you have travelled far for nothing
just to find yourself in perfect darkness
with no end to it, no bottom to the abyss,
like a blind man without stick led down into a mine,
it is a lesson only of orientation,
and you must get through that darkness all alone,
there is no other way and no one to release you
from that hellish course to nowhereness of nothing
but to just get through with it, the worse the better;
for it is a lesson only, just another education,
the best form of which is travel,
which by trials certainly will teach you
something of reality, an accurate perspective;
since reduced into a flying brittle autumn leaf
completely at the mercy of the winds of destiny,
of passion, nature, politics and maybe war
you will be privileged to see things as they are
from both above and through and from the gutter,
which remains the best of all perspectives;
since down there you only can look up
and move up and improve
and have things to look forward to,
perhaps the only natural position and perspective,
that of natural humility, which teaches you
the underdog's philosophy of true survival,
just observing, bowing, looking up, admiring
all forms of life and loving it.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 435 times
Written on 2006-11-15 at 11:53
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