English poem
On A Talk Of Spinoza
by Adolf Wolff (1882–1940)
Durant spoke of Spinoza yesterday And I sat list'ning, feeling, meditating. And now and ever afterwards will feel And live and think more deeply than before, For having heard Durant speak of Spinoza.
Spinoza! what a mighty, mighty name! All Alexanders, Caesars and Napoleons-- Mere specks of dust upon a polished lense, Compared to that poor polisher of lenses.
He polished lenses for myopic eyes, The world's myopic eyes hath need of them-- And long will need them,--poor myopic world. My own sight seems improved since I have heard Durant speak of Spinoza yesterday.