This blue that is called azure-blue, <br />This scoop of water, clump of earth, <br />This foolish nonsense of no worth, <br />Called good and evil by some pedants too – <br /> <br />Oh, this diversion full of vain pretence! <br />This you can gape at? By and by <br />Will you take in a dream so wry <br />To call it life must mean you lack all sense? <br /> <br />Oh, surely there is more to life than this! <br />By human thought I could not make a hole <br />In this great veil, or fire in this black coal – <br />For thought itself is play that goes amiss – <br /> <br />Oh, if that Alexander were here now, <br />He’d proffer me his sword – and I – But see: <br />There with his scythe strides death ahead of me <br />To slice the knot he only needs one blow! –<br /><br />Emil Aarestrup<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/admonition-3/
