Transcendental Sonnet #936:
This Warm Late-Summer Day

My son tells me I would go to hell
Should I commit suicide oh well
From the frying pan into the fire
Desire is fire and fire is desire

Madness is calling me out to sea
The water the fire the air the earth
When was my death and when was my birth?

Madness is calling calling to me
Hell says hello but I will not go
Somebody needs me needs me I know

Stay with me stay with me stay with me

Spend this warm late-summer day with me
And then when we turn with the leaves in the fall
We will savor the sweetest journey of all

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+Steven Curtis Lance

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That's right. Stay alive. The greatest joys we can know are in life and living. And this goes for any of the depressed poets out there!! Somewhere, someone will always need you, so hang in there!

*HUGS*

Steven, you just reminded me that it has been a lovely warm, late summer day here. Thanks for that. Here in England we have to savour our sunny days.

rosediamond, nice to see your words. The edge is sometimes very slippy though. Kindnesses help a great deal.

Beautiful work Steven. I can definitely relate with your calling today. I'd like to share these interesting quotes with you if you don't mind." Men have called me mad, but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence--whether much that is glorious--whether all that is profound--does not spring from disease of thought--from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect. Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night "- Edgar Allen Poe. Socrates said: "If a man comes to the door of poetry untouched by the madness of the muses, believing that technique alone will make him a good poet, he and his sane compositions never reach perfection, but are utterly eclipsed by the inspired madman". I do hope that you continue to grace us with your lovely works.