Saturday, 1 October 2022

Original Poem on December 2016 Random Thread

Fallen Caryatid by Rodin

Now all the truth is out,
Be secret and take defeat
From any brazen throat,
For how can you compete,
Being honour bred, with one,
Who, were it proved he lies,
Were neither shamed in his own
Nor in his neighbours’ eyes?
Bred to a harder thing
Than Triumph, turn away
And like a laughing string
Whereon mad fingers play
Amid a place of stone,
Be secret and exult,
Because of all things known
That is most difficult.

–“To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing” by William Butler Yeats
(Image: “The Fallen Caryatid” by Auguste Rodin)