• Unpublished Poems

Greacen006

Each Longs for Ideal Self

Each longs for ideal self,
The self that's out of reach,
Genius like Leonardo's
Or vibrant moral forces,
The trivial and profound
In this are both agreed ~
Each probes the festered wound
then scuttles underground.
O what can ease the itch
That filches nightly sleep,
Slanting our eyes with dread?
No matter what they say,
Accept we must; accept again,
And so declare to far and near;
There is no other way
If you would find the day.

Coverage: 
19 Jan
Citation: 
Linen Hall Library, "Greacen006", Northern Ireland Literary Archive, accessed Mon, 12/09/2024 - 13:43, https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen006?page=1