Sublime

Sublime

A Poem by Elizabeth
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playing with words after reading Kant on the Sublime

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You and me, we are not beautiful;
we are sublime.
I don’t mind.
Not small, not smooth or polished,
we deviate,
we shun the right line.
Never founded in simple pleasure,
no fine sugar that dissolves .
I don’t mind.
This is the experience
that jars and overwhelms,
solid, massive, founded on pain.
I don’t mind.
Rugged and negligent,
unexplained, doors slam.
You don’t understand and I lie.
I don’t mind.
Powerless before the power we fall
Into something too vast to comprehend.
For us there is no safe distance,
we fall and fall, overwhelmed, unfathomed
fathomless, inadequate
in the totality.
I don’t mind, I don’t mind.

© 2009 Elizabeth


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Added on September 18, 2009

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Elizabeth
Elizabeth

OH



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I am a graduate student in Ohio working towards a master's degree in English, with a focus on critical theory and African and Middle Eastern Literature. I write poetry when I feel inspired, so it is k.. more..

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