Sep 28, 2020
TO LIVE IS MIRACLE ENOUGH
by mervyn peake
To live at all is miracle enough. The doom of nations is another thing. Here in my hammering blood-pulse is my proof. Let every painter paint and poet sing And all the sons of music ply their trade; Machines are weaker than a beetle’s wing. Swung out of sunlight into cosmic shade, Come what come may the imagination’s heart Is constellation high and can’t be weighed. Nor greed nor fear can tear our faith apart When every heart-beat hammers out the proof That life itself is miracle enough.
