Impromptu - What is Poetry?
Evacuate all thought and fix the mind
upon a golden guideline, balanced, yet
uncertain still, yet still, yet still upset.
Enshrine a moment’s dream, Time left behind.
Love, beauty, truth, to harmony, soul, bind
within your heart, all echo else forget.
Sing, laugh and cry alone, on chance course set.
In smile, word, sigh and look your art has signed
exquisite canvas, fearful, charming, - find
with a teardropp priceless pearl reset.
The poet’s passion here on Earth is met,
his worth, his life, ambitions, are defined.
poem by Alfred de Musset, translated by Jonathan Robin
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