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Away, Melancholy

Away, melancholy,
Away with it, let it go.

Are not the trees green,
The earth as green?
Does not the wind blow,
Fire leap and the rivers flow?
Away melancholy.

The ant is busy
He carrieth his meat,
All things hurry
To be eaten or eat.
Away, melancholy.

Man, too, hurries,
Eats, couples, buries,
He is an animal also
With a hey ho melancholy,
Away with it, let it go.

Man of all creatures
Is superlative
(Away melancholy)
He of all creatures alone
Raiseth a stone
(Away melancholy)
Into the stone, the god
Pours what he knows of good
Calling, good, God.
Away melancholy, let it go.

Speak not to me of tears,
Tyranny, pox, wars,
Saying, Can God
Stone of man's thoughts, be good?
Say rather it is enough
That the stuffed
Stone of man's good, growing,
By man's called God.
Away, melancholy, let it go.

Man aspires
To good,
To love
Sighs;

Beaten, corrupted, dying
In his own blood lying
Yet heaves up an eye above
Cries, Love, love.
It is his virtue needs explaining,
Not his failing.

Away, melancholy,
Away with it, let it go

User Rating: 3,6 / 5 ( 17 votes ) 4

Comments (4)

the twist at the end almost serves to humanize the monsters that set off bombs in crowds. well done! Jake
Michael, I really liked your last stanza until you mentioned leaving the time bomb...too real, even if this one didn't detonate. Maybe I've entirely missed the point, but this turned me off. (I love the line about your deserving the wine...and just wish you hadn't left the bomb.) Raynette
Michael, I like the way this poem moves from one place to another. It's a good thing you got out of the first stanza when you did; I was about to jump. 'jostled by manikins in my sleep' is a nice image. Gets a 10.
Wow! Michael this is one your best ones of late! Nice job...funny how even a former pacifist like ol' Cat Stevens...could morph into a homicidal zealot with a cause...in like - a New York minute....no pun intended. Very, very good.