"Kant and Friends at Table" by Emil Doerstling‘Kant’ by Connor Rosamond The Society July 24, 2018 Beauty, Culture, Poetry Out of the crooked timber laid by man, No straight foundation may ever be built. While Reason clinkers on across the span, The tunes of Sin jaunt forward with a lilt. To lie, to steal, to feel in ill no guilt, To follow Peter’s thrice denial there Before the day of blood through treason spilt; That is the nat’ral state of man’s affairs. But Reason also leads us off from err, For through our wit we find morality. Despite the bent of man to’ard disrepair, We can still choose to live in sanctity. Emotions burked, let this be understood: There is no better aim than to be good. Connor Rosemond is an eighteen-year-old poet from North Carolina. Related Post ‘The Mellow Season’ by Carole Mertz Ah, now comes the mellow season, Marks its time with jackdaws caws. Autumn with its rusty reason Offers forth its season’s laws. Now no more the... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.