a day without a poem, I tell her,
is a day I didn’t live, a day I failed
to honor god and muse and self and art
itself; this is not conducive to health,
happiness, or pursuit of humanity—
for this, I have determined, is the purpose
of life—my life, this life—to cultivate
my humanity in the pursuit of virtue.
not morality’s arguable virtue,
but the virtue of truth and beauty written
in the soul of man, which may be his only
god. —or perhaps, she says, but a fantasy
created by evolution toward ends
of procreation and survival of the species.
David M Pitchford
19 Feb 2012