Poetry Pleases: Mysteries
"If I should know too much, where would I find mystery?'' Philip Sibley muses in this intriguing poem.
If I should know too much
Where would I find mystery?
To heed the pitch in every note
Do I not lose the music?
And if I quote the next in line
From every poem ever wrote
Do I not miss the meaning?
So, in the fullness of life
No more the joy of newness?
No man should be himself complete
That walking down a village street
He might not meet which
He has never met before.
Nor read a fact already lodged,
Or hear a melody so pure
To make him stop and stand.
So in learning it should be
That every day must bear
Its fruit of mysteries unfolding,
Giving zest to days to come
In the finding of something new.
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