These are stars and as stars will
They light up wars, and intensify jewels.
They are around when monks are still
And monasteries are. They have no rules
And yet are wholly regular, wholly obedient
To Gods, God, Might, Time and Dreams.
They think it at times expedient
To linger over roof tops; of extremes
They're fond, of pleasure just as much.
And they get much joy from the touch
Of virtuous nymphs in cold spaces.
How abashed the stars are when they are shown
To be assistants wrongly at times of currents
Of cold, waves of warmness; and their moan
Then is lovely and to be heard,
To be heard. Stars are seldom to be had,
Seldom to be seen; even if profusion
Of them is. They'll be given word
Of renouncement, lateness, time,
And of how he went fast along.
From The Right of Aesthetic Realism to Be Known
(Aesthetic Realism Foundation)
© 1928, 1979 by Eli Siegel