Friday, September 01, 2006
State of the Art
Manager, Maxfield Parrish
He's more flesh than spirit,
He's more weak than strong;
Truth–he will not hear it,
He's less right than wrong.
Sadder than he's wiser,
He's more old than young;
Sleepless early riser,
His songs die unsung.
© 2006 Jeffrey Hull
This will probably be it for a "while." 108 poems where before there were none. I'll announce any new postings if there are any to my e-mail list. For now, other major projects will consume most of my energy.
In the age of television and Internet distractions, it is not such a bad idea to reflect on what Emily Dickinson wrote in her room a century and a half ago:
There is no frigate like a book to take us lands away
Nor any courses like a page of prancing poetry
This traverse may the poorest take without oppress of toil
How frugal is the chariot that bears the human soul!
A mind is a terrible thing to waste. See that you don't waste yours.