Earth Evanescent Maxwell Anderson If other planets dark as earth About dim trembling stars Carry frail freight of death and birth, Wild love, and endless wars; If from far, unseen motes in flight Life look down questioning This helpless passage through the night Is a less lonely thing: But if unchained through empty space Drift only shell and fire What seeks the beauty of this face, What end has its desire? A candle in a night of storms, Blown back and choked with rain, Holds longer than the mounting forms That ride time’s hurricane.
This is the type poem that bothers me. It's flows nicely. It's probably a profound and beautiful poem. I'm just not smart enough to speak or read like that. It makes my head hurt trying to figure out what he's trying to say. Just spit it out, Max!
I'm with you on a lot of that, Nancy. You're certainly smart enough to either speak or read as he does, so stop that. Just because I posted it doesn't mean I get all he's saying. It's only profound or beautiful if you think it is. I'm trying to puzzle out these lines: What seeks the beauty of this face, What end has its desire? I think the 'it' must be a consciousnness seeking God but I'm not sure.