The Romantic collection :03 poems

Ayn Rand - Anthem, 1946 - I need no warrant for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction.

1

 

the river flows

 

When death, misery and the ring

of hell surrounds you everyday,

when darkness comes as charcoal mist

 

and smudges every white canvas

of light, happiness and joy

that you call your life, then accept this:

 

as your feelings stumble forth,

the ravaging and the onslaught

of heartbreak variables will continue,

 

then love furiously and passionately,

plastering and binding the hurt

with your human spirit.

 

I expect you to be beautiful,

sparkling and courageous,

not realized;

 

there is no stopping or glancing back -

the river flows endlessly.

 

2

 

After listening to Wagner

 

There is strength

that forges greatness

in weak willed bodies

 

A spectacular thrust of glimmering reason

 

flushing the “cannot” from our screaming spines

surging, flooding godly violence in us

launching forward, the fight of self worth begins

 

changing the fate of tattered ignorance

 

earned torrent beauty in sonata eyes

happiness smiles in flaming overture

“ I can and I will “ the new men say

 

 

Conviction Notice:

 

“No man is a ghetto, gutter or wasteland”

 

 

3

 

When I die

 

do not confine me

to a box or catacomb wall

 

burn and scatter

my earth to orchard virile winds

 

unleash my particle lightness

to the Hex river valley

 

where laughter and dreaming was easy

as spring trees blossom

 

Should our child enquire?

 

take her there

and let the spirit that

dwells between these mountains

 

play through her hair

and touch her cheeks

 

whispering through cliffs and ridges

that daddy never left her side