TRIP TO HISTORICAL BATH POEM 11

Seeing artists' attempts at majesty is something that raises you to a higher level. Looking at the arches of a cathedral, drawing towards to ceiling and looking to the heavens is a physical metaphor for what we do on a spiritual level.

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“I also had a dim idea that if I walked the streets of New York by myself all night something of the city's mystery and magnificence might rub off on me at last. But I gave it up.” Sylvia Plath

Magnificence

Looking at your locks they shine,

With a magnificence strangely divine,

A light austere shadows the line,

Of your face and neck to cast reverence.

I berate your hair for perfect is too much,

To touch or rumple as I please,

I neglect your words for their diatribe,

Prevents the potential to tease.

If you were a statue in a gallery,

I might feel the same your hasty

Locks tamed by stone and chisel,

But augured too high to touch.

So I will sit patiently and take note,

And I will learn the text by wrote,

Hoping to make an impression deeper,

Than that of ink on paper.

“It is a mistake to think that the practice of my art has become easy to me. I assure you, dear friend, no one has given so much care to the study of composition as I. There is scarcely a famous master in music whose works I have not frequently and diligently studied.” Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart