Alain Bellino

 

 

To live at all is miracle enough.
The doom of nations is another thing.
Here in my hammering blood-pulse is my proof.
 
Let every painter paint and poet sing
And all the sons of music ply their trade;
Machines are weaker than a beetle’s wing.
 
Swung out of sunlight into cosmic shade,
Come what come may the imagination’s heart
Is constellation high and can’t be weighed.
 
Nor greed nor fear can tear our faith apart
When every heart-beat hammers out the proof
That life itself is miracle enough.

-Mervyn Peake

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