May 28, 2026

Sonnet On Hermeneutics

The Horizon Of Interpretation(Gadamer).

We never read a text with empty eyes,For history has shaped the clothes we wear,A web of prejudice and quiet sighs,Is woven in the very air we share.Yet do not think the past a heavy cage,That keeps the modern mind from seeing clear,It is the ground from which we read the page,And brings the distant voices living near.For when two distinct horizons start to meet,A fusion happens in the space between,The old translation is at last complete,And hidden combinations can be seen.We do not find a meaning fixed and dead:The truth is born in what is freshly said.

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