The poem that comes from hearing the poem of another <br />And tries to ride on its rhythm <br />Like the sea on its own waves- <br /> <br />A forced music finding nowhere in itself a music of its own <br />Because all the poems are melodies made light by more light <br />As all the poems are dreams made dreamlike by more dreaming- <br /> <br />And we in our poetic fervor hearing that lyric sound <br />Go round and round again and again <br />As if we were the music of the stars <br />When the universe empirically spherical – <br /> <br />But now in this more deeply instrumented time, <br />When what we see with our eyes is always less than what we measure <br />Time and Time again tells us that Space and Space again tell us <br />That all we are in this long distance darkness <br />Is one small point of light which in its own sad way will fade out before its music endures- <br /> <br />For the stars have only our imagined music <br />and not more than the light <br />of their own violent dying – <br /> <br />So here having heard the poem of another <br />And open to my own inner voice, <br />I cry and cry again for another sky and another music <br />That only God Who is Beyond these earthly hapless sounds <br />Can Dream and Feel and Know <br />In the Lyric Ending that justifies our home.<br /><br />Shalom Freedman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poem-that-comes-from-hearing-the-poem-of-another/
