My thoughts like a dark and storm-racked sea Rush upon me and there is no rest, Sleep comes in fitful pauses and I wake Exhausted with a weight upon my chest. Great gulps of breath to still the pounding heart Return the body to some normalcy. Last night while reading Milosz I was struck By a certain similarity Of life experience, his phrases burned Onto the page with Truth's imprimatur. All these years gone by, so little learned Of riches that lie within us, we demur To vagueness and content with 'getting by' Make of our days a journey to no end. "You must become what She has seen in you." These words so gently spoken by a friend Sum up the tale of this strange and haunting life, Home of visitants and presences, The spirit world disclosed however brief, And the years of work unseen behind the veil.
Poems Undated (1727)
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