| Message | i am new to english....i hope you can help translate this to simple english.
MY DESK
all i ask is desk with blotting paper white
changed every night
no metal but the good
company of cool wood
a glass inkpot so clean
my pen can wade therein
up to her waist and not
be liable to blot
also laid in her place
a crystal pencil case
and in glassy bed
pencils new sharpened
nothing to vex the soul
in the neat pigeon hole
and finally there must
be not a speak of dust
and i would have the wall
austerely virginal
with nothing to intervene
(above my desk)between
the thing i try to see
and me
there let me sit
and write at it
content with this
slim doorway to infinities
EVEREST
what went you forth to find ?
what new thing would you know?
what secret read in the mother of mountains’ blind
blind eyes’ what her learn at her barren breast of snow ?
for what new thing should men
so strive, so agonise ?
is there some wonder in the remoteness beyond our ken
some beauty some wisdom beyond the dream of the wise ?
nay, not for that we strove
nor any new thing found
but this truth ,ancient and everlasting,did we prove this beauty, this wisdom on the high untrodden ground
that where safe ways end
known and unknown divide
god’s great uncharted passes upward tend
and the spirit of man undauted is undenied
and beyond last camp-fire man has faith for friend
and beyond all guidance the courage the of God for guide |
