No! intimate... <br />These torments cannot pass <br />To sudden nullity, <br />They tarry there <br />Within that idle mass <br />Of blessed care… <br />I nurture their seeds <br />Towards an infinite <br />Of misery! <br />No! friend, I cannot cast my shroud, <br />Tear my weeds, <br />And bare my sorrows vestal <br />Before this sordid crowd <br />Of festal <br />Trumpery! <br />I cannot burn my cot of reeds, <br />And join the sheaves <br />Of glory hunters… <br />Step into the endless row <br />Of prigs and pompous punters, <br />Forsake my genial willow, <br />No! I can’t forgo <br />My bed of aspen leaves <br />My ashen pillow… <br />You err my friend! <br />These suff’rings must abide <br />‘Til Nature’s end <br />And hold <br />To perpetuity, <br />Ling’ring deep inside, <br />For evermore, <br />Within this hapless mould <br />Of bitterness <br />I cultivate their core <br />Towards a timelessness <br />Of ecstasy! <br /> <br /> <br />Adelaide <br />June 6th 1993<br /><br />Samer Madbak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-100-abiding-agony/
