Thursday, April 29, 2010

IN FLIGHT (Poem 12)

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

I may get tired.
Not tired, but exhausted


From the Eternal Well
The one containing water
That strengthens the molded
Armaments, supreme Armaments
In my possessions:

Sharp Mind
To incise upon the world’s myriad
Secrets, and know increasingly
All enigmas;
Soft Heart
That which eschews pretensions
‘Tis welder of all fellowmen
Into benign bonds of Brotherhood.

And I shan’t get
Lost! Nor tired!

Nobody does
Whoever has drunk
Founts of Wisdom.

[Writ. 25 Aug. 1987, Univ. of the Philippines, Quezon City, M.Manila.]

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