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Poetry is the promise of a rich man given to the mind of a poor man, inspired by a beautiful woman that he sees, who is less beautiful than the princess he imagines. An insipid weariness would overcome him if he were to talk to her and see just how short she falls from his dreams. Nay it is a good thing that he does not have the courage to talk to her. |
Copyright ©2010 Ashi Shadow - 4/5/10 in Sarajevo Airport
There was a particularly beautiful ~20 year old woman, who looked reasonably mature for her age, with reddish brown straight hair and freckles.
But although I'm loathe to admit it, I probably would've gotten bored of talking to her after 5 minutes, or a day, or a month, or a few years.
I considered "find" instead of "see" in the 2nd stanza.
The word "promise" is more like the word "worth" here.
Essentially, the poetry (and inspiration) are "riches".