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!


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:


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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