![]() Addressed to the MusesA Poem by Gleb Zavlanov![]() To the muses...![]()
Give
me my pen and feed my heart with muse, And
I shall write until the night transforms Into
the morning, when the earth imbues And
quakes with spirits of the sleeping worms. I’ll
glean as gleans a reaper golden grain Sweet
dreams, which with some mystic magic swell And
set my spirit and my burdened brain Free
from the fleshy temples of their cell. My
quill would spill sweet words as if it’s dew Or
some ambrosial nectar from a fount In
Heaven’s reign. My tongue shall throb anew With
gilded glory. Evermore I’ll mount Into the cloudless climes of deep midníght Just give me paper and the will to write! © 2014 Gleb ZavlanovAuthor's Note
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Added on January 17, 2014Last Updated on January 17, 2014 Author![]() Gleb ZavlanovAboutHello there. I'm an aspiring poet. Nothing makes me happier than to bring delight to the hearts of my readers and to bring delight to myself by reading other peoples' work. Poetry is, in my opinion, o.. more..Writing
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