I see complex logarithms,
Just like those dark labyrinths:
Always filled with mysteries,
Always surrounded by miseries.
Answers never clear;
X's, Y's, and logs only I hear.
Numbers, a constant fear,
Yet always my constant peer.
Yells of those ancient thinkers,
Whom gave us the answers to the universe.
Yet, they remain a complex remorse,
To people who fear worse.
Still I hear their calls,
Deep beneath my dark halls.
I fear it, the wrong answers.
Yet, they still are numbers.
The poem is not really one of the best the author has written with regards to non-romantic topics, as M. Asturias at that time was still developing his more complex writing "style" as seen in the English (and non-romantic French) poems made in 2018, because he was going through things as mentioned in the footnote of The Last Regiment ; however, it would be Burning Light that would officially start his more complex delivery in (some of) his current English poems.
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Les Poésies d'un Garçon Pathétique
Poetry(EN: Poems of a Pathetic Boy) A compilation of poems written by Monsieur Asturias regarding his philosophies, rendezvous with romance, political opinions, life experiences, and emotional struggles. This compilation includes poetry written in various...
