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Definition of Creative Art

With shirt wide open at the collar,

Maned as Beethoven's bust, it stands;

Our conscience, dreams, the night and love,

Are as chessmen covered by its hands.

And one black king upon the board:

In sadness and in rage, forthright It brings the day of doom.-Against The pawn it brings the mounted knight.

In gardens where from icy spheres The stars lean tender, linger near,

Tristan still sings, like a nightingale On Isolde's vine, with trembling fear.

The gardens, ponds, and fences, made pure By burning tears, and the whole great span,

Creation-are only burst of passion Hoarded in the hearts of men.

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