Have you an Ought from an Is of a Why,
Dare you follow the Thus of your premise's part?
When all Quod Erat's have been hammered out, why still
Reluctance of head and retraction of heart?
Polish 'til paling the murky glass,
Stare to the stretch of a thousand yards' mark,
And penetrate never the brooding penumbra,
Though your stare lose its sight in the glass' dark.
To skyward string every theory and thought;
Tire the sun with your critical eye;
Nor ought for the better, nor ever the closer,
'Til you hale as the Heavens what you saw as the Sky.
-Thomas Banks-
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This poem is excellent in the substance of its expression, but I get a little tripped up reading it. Part of it is the presence of two many possesives - premise's, yards', and glass' - which leaves my mental reading in a stuttering sibillance. I think if you tightened up the style a bit, the poem would be superb. Last line's a kicker, but I think you mean "hail" and not "hale."
Yeah, "Glass'" is the thing that throws me as well- "Premise's" also might be shown the exit sign.
Good suggestions. Especially as to my lousy spelling.
tom it was almost as good as the theme from team america.
That's maybe the nicest thing anyone's said to me all week.
Ill take that as an insult.
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