Sextet No 19
Tell me not of tales so tall.
Luke Hsieh to Ashley and Janine.
Tell me nothing of human passion,
Ten thousands night have I spent in vain expectation,
Reading all verses that crafted and shaped by gold,
And golden indeed for deriving from fire and later cold,
When friendship is at its fairest hight,
The golden passion shines it out of sight,
Tell me nothing of human honour,
Nothing I must perceive with greater humour,
When one is honourable millions are damnable,
My glory is built on everyone's pain,
Fames, praises but no material gain,
Until I am damned for to display he's noble,
Why should thou tell'st me of human wisdom?
Compared with I hadst thou received more freedom,
To speak the universal truth of thy brain without conventional dispute?
When a Goddess told me she fancies not o' my words for a week my heart was mute,
Come back five thousands years later when we are more than mud and clods,
Or wait a hundred thousand years when we all turn Gods,
Tell me nothing of the stories so true and gay,
Truth alters from year to year if not day to day,
Today's zephyr may tomorrow's gust lay,
Facts chanced with our perceptive schools,
Thereby our perceptions are prejudice's fools,
Sadly by no means can that element be retool'd,
Convince me not that human do love and rationism serve no purpose,
And based my decisions on my heart which's there to propose,
Shall I be forced to grant that there is someone I do love,
Then I love none more than a few Goddess among the stars above,
Yet since we are discussing facts and sweet earthly dew ,
I love nothing but I do desire a few,
Alas tell me not of the tales so tall,
That we perceive love better than the based animal,
Thou can'st argue by present me with the stern loyalty which thy love's to be,
Or even thy kind friendship to me if 'tis please'st thee,
Friendship is holy as it's based on mutual benefit of any two,
And we have good memory to memorise our desire better than the creatures do.
-Luke Hsieh