Poetry Tuesday: Be Indomitable O My Heart

In the fifteenth century there was a king close to what is now modern day Mexico City who liked to write poetry. Weird, huh? Make sure to spell his name right if you google him: Nezahualcoyotl of Texcoco.

Be Indomitable, O my heart!
Love only the sunflower;
It is the flower of the Giver-Of-Life!
What can my heart do?
Have we come, have we sojourned here on earth in vain?

As the flowers wither, I shall go.
Will there be nothing of my glory ever?
Will there be nothing of my fame on earth?
At most songs, at most flowers.
What can my heart do?
Have we come, have we sojourned here on earth in vain?

(If you’re familiar with my poetry choices, you might see the pattern: I love poems with the same theme as Shelly’s Ozymandias.)

;o)

Poetry Tuesday: Can It Be True That One Lives On Earth?

Some time ago I put in a poem written by an Egyptian Pharaoh. This time it’s the pre-Columbian King Nezahualcoyotl of Texcoco, who is actually better known for his writing.

Can it be true that one lives on earth?

Not forever on earth; only a little while here.

Be it jade, it shatters.

Be it gold, it breaks.

Be it a quetzal feather, it tears apart.

Not forever on earth; only a little while here.

;o)