Core: noun, the most important part of a thing, the essence; from the Latin cor, meaning heart.


Volume 0.0 This View’s Poetry February 4, 2002


    Magna est Veritas    
         
    Here, in this little Bay,
Full of tumultuous life and great repose,
Where, twice a day,
The purposeless, glad ocean comes and goes,
Under high cliffs, and far from the huge town,
I sit me down.

For want of me the world’s course will not fail;
When all its work is done, the lie shall rot;
The truth is great, and shall prevail,
When none cares whether it prevail or not.
    
         
    Coventry Patmore (1823-1896)    
    Oxford Book of English Verse (New Edition) # 772    

    A Hue and Cry after Fair Amoret    
         
    Fair Amoret is gone astray—
  Pursue and seek her, ev’ry lover;
I’ll tell the signs by which you may
  The wand’ring Shepherdess discover.

Coquette and coy at once her air,
  Both studied, tho’ both seem neglected;
Careless she is, with artful care,
  Affecting to seem unaffected.

With skill her eyes dart ev’ry glance,
  Yet change so soon you’d ne’er suspect them,
For she’d persuade they wound by chance,
  Tho’ certain aim and art direct them.

She likes herself, yet others hates
  For that which in herself she prizes;
   And, while she laughs at them, forgets
  She is the thing that she despises.

    
         
    William Congreve (1670-1729)    
    Oxford Book of English Verse (New Edition) # 443    

    Triad    
         
    From the Silence of Time, Time’s Silence borrow.
In the heart of To-day is the word of To-morrow.
The Builders of Joy are the Children of Sorrow.
   
         
    William Sharp (1856-1902)    
    Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse p. 400    

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This View from the Core © E. L. Core 2002

Cor ad cor loquitur — J. H. Newman — “Heart speaks to heart”