‘Manifesto’ by Damian Robin The Society October 19, 2013 Beauty, Poetry 1 Comment Clouds skip away from the full shine of the full moon The palace is lit up The maestro lifts his stick Majesty begins The richness of kings at least in human terms How quick things are Violins gone from the ballroom Metal heartstrings crushed at the crowded dance floor bar A slow-paced miss-matched lovers’ tryst empties a club A crowd vomits onto the kerb A moist eye mirrors a fist There are boot prints on the face of the moon The perfect is undone —or perhaps never was— but culture carries on answering the question “why?” with a loose “because.” So, we can say curtly: “This age will make a mark. Let it be light, not dark. An artist’s calm duty is to make clear beauty.” The poem’s form alludes to the strophe, antistrophe, epode of classical Greek choral/chorus tradition. Damian Robin is a journalist and poet living in England. Featured Image: “A Storm in the Rocky Mountains” by Albert Bierstadt. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related One Response Beau Ecs Wilder. October 26, 2013 Albert Bierstadt’s A Storm in the Rocky Mountains Arising from a break—Mount Rosalie—in th’ clouds, is almost evanescent in its faint azure and exquisite, pale, ghost-like presence in the shrouds, but still a literal existence, icy pure, above an Indian encampment, by a stream, of teepees, trees, and grassy meadow up and downs. Nearby run horses, deer and men, as in a dream. Small birds are fluttering beside a waterfall near flowers, plants and rocks. Throughout the waters gleam; and high above, an eagle, or a hawk, soars, small against the vast and mighty mountains, tall and sure, an infinite delicacy seen overall. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email.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.