the rum soaked fist: internal martial arts forum

Wed Nov 21, 2018 12:15 am wrote:

Franky Yerby wrote:For they who fashion songs must live too close to pain,
Acquaint themselves too well with grief and tears;
Must make the slow, deep, throbbing pulse of years
And their own heartbeats one; watch the slow train
Of passing autumns paint their scarlet stain
Upon the hills, and learn that beauty sears,
The wold world’s woe and heartbreak must be theirs,
And theirs each vision smashed, each new dream slain.

But sing again, oh you who have heart,
Sweet song as fragile as a passing breath.
Although your broken heartstrings make your lyre,
And each pure strain must rend the soul apart;
For it was ever thus: to sing is death;
And in your spirit flames your body’s pyre.