November 18, 2016
Dear Subscriber:
Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of
view. This week’s theme is beauty.
Today’s poem is about why artists sometimes seem attracted
to ugliness.
I welcome comments on my poems at
http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
I wanted nothing less than hope,
But, relishing despair,
I plunged into the nearest hell
And spent some weekends there.
I saw no answers on the walls,
No rebirth in the rain,
No saving grace in suffering,
No rapture born of pain.
What held me there? It must have been
The jackal, crazed and lean,
Who took my face between his paws
And, hungry, picked it clean.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I
chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/leshop.html
. For more poems about beauty, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/philosophicalpoems.html.
This week’s theme: Beauty.
November 14: At Evening the Boats Crowd Towards Shore
November 15: Tell the World How Lovely Is the Earth
November 16: By the Tulips
November 17: Flutes Are Doubled by the Violins
November 18: I Wanted Nothing Less than Hope