Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Fortune


Fortune’s favor spins its dizzying course
Spying to lift frail shoulders and break sturdy backs
Like a serpent in the grove selling its counsel
This saint spreads his providence

 Blessings smoothly blended with a curse;
Misfortune with a passing pleasure
Giving always to those who seek not
Opening for those who needn’t knock

Yet desperate men delve in desperate thought
 And crave contract under chance’s fixed rule
Here am I, lend thy servant his lot
And find me fortune or a fool.

3 comments:

  1. This made me think of Gavilan. His rapiers were named Fortune and Glory

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    1. I'll have to follow this one up with a Glory poem then. Seems fitting.

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  2. I like this Christian--We were actually just reading about the Wheel of Fortune today, in Milton!

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