Suddenly all a darkness seems The flickering light of mind gone out, Rushing of angry voices, streams Of negatives confront the being.
Who is this I ask who speaks From my mouth, invective hurled, Lashing out, frustrate, spent, Blind in a blinded world.
Peace and the heart's delight have fled Across the borders of the soul, No sanctuary remains for one Besieged by grief, death's final call.
The old oak stands shorn of limbs And I companionless walk by Its blackened trunk where borers feast Who once stood strong against the sky
No gale could tear away a branch, No force gain entry though its bark, Invincible its armoured might. But fate and chance come bold and stark
And suddenly the strong grow weak. Three times I saw by cancer ruined, The bodies of my loved ones felled As the life-force in the oak consumed
The human form was eaten away By a stealthy visitor who came Unnoticed in the bloom of years The silent one and without name.
Can the beautiful be lost, Effaced from human memory, Is there a place beyond our time For truth invincible and free?
I shall see beyond the grief-torn years The place where light eternal grows, My ears attuned to different sounds And realms the psychic being knows.
Poems Undated (1727)
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