A Collection of Literary Logic - Part 1


A few years back, I decided to publish a book that will basically feature poems written by other people and some of my personal compositions. Well, I belong to a group of people known to procrastinate. And so it never happened. I have now decided to share these collection through by blogs. These collection reflects my guiding and misguiding principles in life, my morals and "im-morals", my wisdom and stupidity , my beliefs and disbeliefs.

                        AMBITION
                    (William Henry Davies)

             I had ambition by which in sin,
              the angels fell;
             I climb, and step by step, O Lord,
              ascended into hell.

             Returning now to peace and quiet 
              and made more wise,
             Let my descent and fall, O Lord,
              be into Paradise.


                       ALL BUT BLIND
                    (Walter de la Mare)
                       
             All but blind
              In his chambered hole,
             Gropes for worms
              The four clawed mole.

             All but blind
              In the evening sky,
             The hooded bat 
              Twirls softly by.

             All but blind
              In the burning day,
             The barn-owl blunders
              On her way.

             And blind as are
              These three to me,
             So blind to someone
              I must be.

 
                 CROSSING THE BAR
               (Alfred Lord Tennyson)

              Sunset and evening star
               And one clear call for me!
              And may there be moaning of the bar,
               When I put out to sea.

              But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
               Too full for sound or foam,
              When that which drew from out the boundless deep,
               Turns again home.

              Twilight and evening bell
               And after that, the dark!
              And may there be no sadness of farewell
               When I embark.

             For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
              The flood may bear me far.
             I hope to see my Pilot face to face
              When I have crost the bar.



I shall be adding to this collection once a week or more often of my schedule permits. I will also eventually include my own poetry. I would love to read your comments. Tell me how this poems connect to you or if does at all...

Young Aristotle
Young Aristotle

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