will drown me in salvation's bitter tears.
Why must I hold a candle to my shame
and cast these silhouettes of light and dark?
This vanity of flesh and blood called Man
will drown me in salvation's bitter tears. Why must I hold a candle to my shame and cast these silhouettes of light and dark?
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This vanity of flesh and blood called Man!
Why must I hold a candle to my shame? It wavers then it licks. The fire craves more softly then more quickly to consume. Why should I now show mercy knowing none? and if you injure me do I not bleed three rings: two of promise and one of loss Jessica, the thief, steals from her father the ring he purchased for his now deceased wife Portia and Nerrisa give rings to their betrothed at the promise to keep the rings till death. olam haba
angry. in despair of loss. and everything is gone of who I am no longer am I who I was this living death changed (at my age ownership or publication of any given poem is
secondary to the creation of each new work. each poem is a song. once sung the song may drift away. then I sing again.) (In September I began a journey. For the next year my main reading is restricted to Wordsworth, Shakespeare and the Bible. I have picked these three items as essential literature. There are moments of required incidently reading, but my focus of attention will be on these works. The purpose is to explore a commonality in past and present themes, concentrate on language and style, and focus my attention on what I consider essential works. There are many other things I wish to read. Sometimes the temptation is very great to revert to my scattered readings.)
This vanity of flesh and blood called Man!
Why must I hold a candle to my shame? It wavers then it licks. The fire craves more softly then more quickly to consume. the shadows of light and dark
Of Shylock in despair and loss his bitter tears of salvation salvation's bitter tears to drown him in salvation's bitter tears (When Shylock is forced to become a christian in order to save himself, he is punished by 'salvation'.)
There is no vice so simple but assumes
some mark of virtue on its outward parts. The world is still deceived by ornament, by hearts as false as sand, by promises forsworn, by law corrupt when seasoned with a gracious voice obscuring dark intent. This vanity of flesh and blood called Man! Why must I hold a candle to my shame when every fool can play upon a word? deceived by pious ornament whose hearts are all as false as stairs of sand to roll beneath the weight of certainty. (A LOVE STORY.... BUT A LOVE OF WHAT OR FOR WHOM?)
(Where is the love of man? His God, His family and friends, his work, his things?) Oh, my daughter. Oh, my ducats. Oh my daughter and my ducats. How every fool can play upon a word! The grace of wit will shortly turn to silence how (now) every fool can play upon the (a) word ps.69 Oh god you know my foolishness. My faults are not hidden from you. psalm 94: vs 20 whose hearts are all as false as stairs of sand the vanity of flesh and blood called Man (De Campos, "Suicide") Why must I hold a candle to my shame? The world is still deceived by ornament, by hearts as false as sand, by promises forsworn, by law corrupt when seasoned with a gracious voice that would obscure a dark intent and force the perjured balance of the scale |
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