15 Ocak 2016 Cuma

PHILOSOPY SONNET



darling, we are the measure of all things
yet this will never be the world you dreamed.
trade not pleasures for pleasures, pains for pains
and know that beauty neither hears nor sees.

and those who die eagerly, stretching wings:
they will sing most and most beautifully.
cry not for sorrow, cast off mortal chains,
believe our souls will once again be freed.

believe more than knowledge; wisdom's cruel sting
reminds us that we may never be clean.
yet through all this turmoil, each of these stains-
remember that all is not what it seems.

remember, darling, while gazing at stars
we will never be what we never are.




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