Mystery of History
Start with the premise:
It’s all been done
End with the conclusion:
To innovate is delusion.
The brain of Twain
Developed the maxim,
A historical axiom,
That the recurrence of time
Does not repeat but rhyme.
Slant rhymes, I presume, must be included
In history’s wrappings, riddled and clued.
Perfect rhymes are written and glued
By the victors of war –
History’s whores.
Or maybe history doesn’t
Rhyme at all,
Nor does it have a Dal segno.
Rather, history is an echo
Off the walls of Plato’s cave.
Posted on May 12, 2012, in philosophy, poetry and tagged history, Mark Twain, philosophy, Plato, poetry, war. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.
enjoyed this, and the rest of your blog
this is great!
Bravo 🙂
You appear to have too much time on your hands.
Empty set, between cause & effect, real or imagined. Clever Rhymer, CogniFeeder…
The Day you penned this shall live in Infamy. 😉 (Enjoyed it.) ~Regards, Dan