Lunatics

An Ekphrastic Sonnet

By D. J. ReddallPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/438417

We are contemplating the lofty moon

As is a Romantic's sacred duty

Whether at dawn, midnight or sultry noon

We seek what is sublime, or has beauty

By The Enlightenment, we were left cold

Rational calculations have merit

But as time wrings us out and leaves us old

We are moved by a different spirit

Imagination's power is most grand

Passion and sentiment make our hearts throb

By mathematics no bright flame is fanned

Over syllogisms, no one will sob

By the moon's strange power are we compelled

Against reason and science, we've rebelled

I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.

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