G!
Between the Enlightenment
And the birth of modern
Industry, there was a period
Of about fifty years (or longer,
But times are irrelevant) where
Intellectuals felt rather than
Thought, and produced some
Of the best works of literature,
Music and art which I am still
In the process of discovering.
Romanticism, I feel, wasn't
Really concerned with the
Practical messages artists
Of beforehand or since have
Focused so insufferably on;
It was instead a movement
Of sublimity, awe, and the
Appreciation of beauty in
Itself. I care not for the
Meaning of life, so long
As mine is filled with the
Grand aesthetic beauty
That engulfs my vision;
So long as I hear these
Magnificent melodies in
My ears as I close my
Eyes and think: 'Ah, this
Is great!' Not everything
Must have meaning, the
Most attractive things of
This earth are not practical,
Yet wholly necessary.
