This poem describes the experience of manic-depressive illness through extremes of passion and darkness. It depicts the speaker feeling intensely inspired and driven by passion before being struck by a tempest that transforms their world into a dark dungeon. The poem ends with another spectrum of light penetrating, but this time it is ashen and gray, with endless quiet reverberating until glimpses of hope someday return.
This poem describes the experience of manic-depressive illness through extremes of passion and darkness. It depicts the speaker feeling intensely inspired and driven by passion before being struck by a tempest that transforms their world into a dark dungeon. The poem ends with another spectrum of light penetrating, but this time it is ashen and gray, with endless quiet reverberating until glimpses of hope someday return.
This poem describes the experience of manic-depressive illness through extremes of passion and darkness. It depicts the speaker feeling intensely inspired and driven by passion before being struck by a tempest that transforms their world into a dark dungeon. The poem ends with another spectrum of light penetrating, but this time it is ashen and gray, with endless quiet reverberating until glimpses of hope someday return.
This poem describes the experience of manic-depressive illness through extremes of passion and darkness. It depicts the speaker feeling intensely inspired and driven by passion before being struck by a tempest that transforms their world into a dark dungeon. The poem ends with another spectrum of light penetrating, but this time it is ashen and gray, with endless quiet reverberating until glimpses of hope someday return.
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A Realm of Extremes
[A poem about Manic-Depressive Illness]
A spectrum of light penetrates--
Galaxies as tantalizing as mine Enkindled, I am--with burning passion And an aching thirst in my eyes
I, Hera, the fiercest flare of divinities
Even saintlier than Dionysus’s wine Although Zeus seduced infidelities, I am paramount beauty and divine
Fingers waltz on archaic ivories
All of my ballades brilliantly resonate Classicals raise the hackles of my inner beast: Ravenous mortal, but enslaved by serenade
My twofold universe gyrates lickety-split,
Motherland’s in a plight of conflagration For time’s too swift to be sought—not even White Rabbit Can chase her from dusk ‘til dawn
Then kabaaam! A tempest springs afore--
A tumultuous lightning on the horizon, ‘Tis a destroyer of Dandelions to bloom nevermore In a wild meadow that transfigured to a dungeon A dilly-dally with Oizys beneath a Guava tree Causes leaflets to fall, wither and desiccate To the tune I no longer chant to thee-- Like benumbed stroke of nerves dead and delicate
Again a spectrum of light penetrates—
This time an orbit of ashen and gray Endless chime of quietude reverberates, ‘Til the moonlight gleams on rivers someday