AMUSING
Let us go then, you and I,
amusing amidst the muses
of the universe, unnamed,
unknown, unacknowledged,
except in that quintessential
culture of the Greeks, who
had names for the nine, but
those ladies have been retired
for centuries, even though still
commemorated by mispronounced
streets in the city of New Orleans
No human creation of any value
begins with us but with the spirit
that breathes into our minds, souls,
psyches, the insipience of energy,
the spark of light: sonatas and symphonies,
sonnets and odes, epics and novels,
the theatre of Shakespeare,
the statues of Michelangelo,
the paintings of the Impressionists.
And this spirit is a muse
who blows a higher breath
into a lower being, who then, in
turn, illuminates with eternal beauty
the mean streets of a dark and dirty world.
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