To be alive — is Power —
Existence — in itself —
Without a further function —
Omnipotence — Enough —
To be alive — and Will!
‘Tis able as a God —
The Maker — of Ourselves — be what —
Such being Finitude!
To be alive — is Power —
Existence — in itself —
Without a further function —
Omnipotence — Enough —
To be alive — and Will!
‘Tis able as a God —
The Maker — of Ourselves — be what —
Such being Finitude!
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i dont know that it is about this poem, but i really like it. it might be because i’ve written a few like this myself, very bitty, and of corse i know what they mean, but not many other people get them. To me, this poems meaning isnt obvious, but i think it might be trying to say how precious life is! what’s your views?