Monday, November 08, 2004 ;
10:16:00 PM
Edwin Thumboo - Gods Can Die.
I have seen powerful men
Undo themselves, keep two realities
One for minor friends, one for the powers that be,
The really powerful. Such people take a role
Supporting managers of state,
Accept an essential part in some minor project
But after a bit of duty,
That makes them fester with intentions,
They play the major figure to old friends.
We understand and try to seek a balance in the dark
To know the private from the public monument,
To find out way between the private and the public argument
Or what can be said or if a thing is meant
Or meant to make amends? is generous or mean?
The casual word, the easiness, the quick straight answer,
The humane delay, the lack of cautiousness
That gave ample laughter to our evenings
Are too simple for these days of power
Whose nature is to hint not state.
SO where one has a chance to talk the conversation
Hesitates on the brink of momentous things;
He ponders...
Suggesting by some unremark
There was much more to be said.
-- italics mine.
just thought that some parts of this poem.. was so apt to how i felt. how will i ever know the private from the public - whether what you show me on the outside, is really you there inside. will i ever know the real you?
every day is a new day ♥
