Knowing, and know you naught know, shines wisdom…

Knowing, and know you naught know, shines wisdom;

But naught knowing, and fancy know, clouds a doom!

They be wights wittiest which no wit admit,

Seeking wisdom, seem by seeking to lose it:

In concourses needed most least ready,

And speak enforc’d best, scandall’d to blow witty;

Quitting their reprehensible world quiet arbiters,

So living murkbrains laud them in whispers!

Why, foolery in cretinous world is wise,

As fledglings erewhile mount on backs to brave the skies!

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That I am base twirp will not yield to dubiety,

Who surmise to figure the profile of your love;

And controvert still, when I and Earth have strove,

I arrogate far larger part of thee, Earth half moiety:

And though she in jaundic’d rage come in claim of thee,

All naught avails; for dust all her conquest is;

And remain with me all thy resources:

As erodes soil away, save gold ‘neath under rain’s pungency.

But if some rebuttal prove thee intestate, thus my claim false;

Pray it come now before, ere glorying Earth calls:

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Or come that may, Fate’s been kind to raise earth to the stars,

And make dust glister like twilight in mirrory waters!




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By Sydney Chesterfield on May 5, 2016 · Posted in Braindrops On Yellow Leaves, Literary, Poetry

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