“I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.” ...Socrates
This Poet's Pen
This poet's pen with plea in heart
From which words have their start
A tree, a blossom, a water's flow
These the gifts of grace the poet does know
The music, the wind, a songbird heard
The poet so touched and offers a word
The spirits of song, of dance, of music, of art
From the poet's pen ne'er shall they depart
The muse of all to entreat her pleasure
Words of musing, this poet's treasure.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Sarcophagus of the Muses, detail: Socrates and a muse. From Rome. Marble, 150-160 BCE MA 475
Louvre, Departement des Antiquites Grecques/Romaines, Paris, France
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