Wisdom's house is firmly built; her seven pillars raised. Her wine and bread on table spread--a feast a king would praise. And out she sends her servant-maids to call at twilight hour To those of foolish character to come nigh and devour The bread of learning, and be…
In wisdom first, to proudly reign Philosopher and king, the same And leading captives in your train. O son of combat, turn again; Your first love calls you: counsel, thought, You traded them, and dearly bought Your flesh, your satisfaction, won And at what cost is all this done? A…
The love of wisdom is no love per se. It acts like dusty, passionless old tomes And gives no warmth of moonlit nights to they Who bade fair wisdom call their hearts her home. For rather, philosophe, you dwell on ink And put to death vitality and comb The nits…
4.27: Sophia by *LaBruyereA beautiful piece of fixed form poetry postscript Why is it all my weary days are spent In turning cowslips into rays of sun And floating over blades of grass, unbent And drawing four conclusions out of one? No mercy hath the stone and wooden fence…