by Helga Ross
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
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Gnomic Verses by William Blake
If you have form'd a circle to go into,
Go into it yourself, and see how you would do.
They said this mystery never shall cease:
The priest promotes war, and the soldier peace.
Dying leaves drift yet melancholy lifts
with the sun’s warming of the morning chill;
to perceive evil where it exists gifts
me with optimism* while grieving still:
Recognizing wrongs in no limits rules,
no less grotesque than the foes’ heinous way;
there's art of war games; there's the war crime school’s
whose masks are mirrors of the hates they slay.
The life we love, the death wish ever thus
stalks us for another day – the wiser,
(some of us), such righteous paths disgusts;
who trusts the Good trumps same old divisors.
Moral myopia karma’s war's tears:
Shredding His children, all summons God's prayers.
© Helga Ross 2004, 2006
* "I am not a pessimist; to perceive evil where it exists is,
in my opinion, a form of optimism."
- Roberto Rossellini
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|Reviewed by Ian Thorpe
|Well you really cracked it, this poem no longer feels as if it was forced into a sonnet form and neither does it leave me wanting more.
|Reviewed by ***** ********* (Reader)
|Now THIS is great work, Helga! A truly innovative and artistic blend of philosophy and imagery, of lyricism and of intellectual discourse, creating a provocative hybrid form through which to relay your protest!
|Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero
|The sensation of what the day uncovered created by the imagery of your first two lines is absolutely stunning. The moment unfolded before my eyes. What you did, which I think is absolutely admirable from a writer's point of view, is to make me not an interpreter of the lines, but a witness to your thoughts.
And Robert is right: the juxtaposition of ideas is very well done. And again, very clear. Comfronting, recognizing an evil, yes; but they mask themselves to attack the unsuspecting.
This is one superb piece of writing.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|i like the juxtaposition of idea merging imagery in this profound poem ...|
|Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain
A beautiful picture, followed by a simply stunning write - super!
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|Red indeed! This is a wonderfully provocative poem, Helga. Forcing one to ponder its imagery and undercurrents. Masterfully executed, and well worth re-reads! Sublime excellence.|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Helga ,an outstanding piece of work! More evil is done in His name and has been even before recorded history.Our only hope is him, but only when we spend the time to personally get to know Him. Otherwise we will take others words for things and that's one of the greatest problems with humanity, letting others do their thinking for them. God's speaks His truths to anyone who will take the time to listen, with a hope to learn!|
|Reviewed by Dawn Richerson
|Helga... you want me to think, I see, and I shall return and do so. It is clear much thought went into this poem. Your last two lines, particularly the last six words say it all...|
|Reviewed by Phillip William Allen
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
a wise, profoundly written piece. well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
i just wish there were a way we could correct this nearsightedness...
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Well said. We can only see past the blood in front of our noses. War has been the solution to our problems for ons. I'm optimistic that it will end when we begin to see the consequences of short sighted action.|