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The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves...
FAULT
The fault is not the stars
that line their nightly course,
ancient as the gods and unknown men
who named them.
We look to blame those
who hold only the wisdom
of distance. They speak to us:
patience. This, too, shall join
the list of long stillness.
This, too, shall fix its narrow bed
beneath our shining witness.
I enjoyed your take on the quote, Karen! You expressed so well that it is much easier to find a way to blame others (or the 'stars')for our own failings.
ReplyDeleteThis is an extraordinary piece of poetic philosophy, both wise and humane. If only we could learn the patience of the stars and accept that our tragedies are small drops in the long stillness. Remarkable! Thank you for participating on Real Toads.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful to read - in its words and format, but more so in its wisdom and outlook. Really beautifully done!
ReplyDeleteyes, well done - the stars can teach us much, but we must learn to read between the lines (so to speak)
ReplyDeleteAnd it so it does ~ I am always praying for patience ~
ReplyDeleteNice take on the prompt ~
I love "We look to blame those who hold only the wisdom of distance" — how true, how true. A very good write.
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Simply gorgeous. I love this line: This, too, shall join the list of long stillness.
ReplyDeleteMan always looks to blame something/someone else for his woes.
ReplyDeleteThis is told in the style of language of the times and, so very well too. Wonderful poetry.
The last line, take my breath away! Wonderful~
ReplyDeletesuch incredible writing. you speak with such wisdom & heart in this poem. love what you did with the line of poetry. have a great weekend~
ReplyDeleteYes, we like to look up and blame the heavens... :) Patience is something I still struggle with.
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