LookA Poem by HajarAll human
beings would like to be artists, When it is,
surely, impossible, For any to
be able, To create,
the human needs to be inspired it is one of his old habits. Well on
this matter I have a theory, I say the
human can’t be an artist, For the
simple reason that he is himself a piece of art made by golden fists, And what he
is producing is only a metaphor of his own soul and its glory. The human
never creates he only transposes, The transcendent
strength of the art which runs in his veins, Look at nature, Look around
you, And you
will see that in his philosophical madness Spinoza said something true, All nature
is the production of an artist, You can
capture his style, With which
all emerges, We are all, Made by a
magic touch, Which
illuminates the world, With bright
pastels and foolish colors, And you can
feel, And you can
make one feel, Isn’t it
the purpose of art? To feel and
awake the feeling, I don’t know what you think of it, But for I
am impressed, By what every
day I see, I shall say
that either it is a great mistake, Made by a
hand which is blind, Or the
invention of a dreadfully intelligent mind.
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4 Reviews Added on March 13, 2013 Last Updated on March 13, 2013 AuthorHajarParis, FranceAbout17 years old french student passionate about english literature , my professional project is to become a writer. My inspirations are for the main part Edgar Allan Poe , Baudelaire, Frost , Dickens , K.. more..Writing
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