Hearing Deafly
Romantics are like oceans, deep, disturbed,
And wide. Unfathomed parts of them require
Attention for this art. Their depths, perturbed
Like Christ’s Bethesda or by coal mines’ fire,
Impact the darkness and are meant to treat
Our blindnesses and lamenesses. These guides
And prophets do not ask their eyes to meet
The waves and coalface. Seeing surging tides
Is needless. Beethoven never walked by
Atlantic shores or Baltic breakers’ tide.
The artist does not need a ship to ply
The storms. He did not have a howling bride.
..He found within himself, his troubled chest,
….The movements needed in his troubled quest.