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For those who like a good poem, a link to the whole poem http://gawow.com/roethke/poems/231.html
The last lines below.
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?
A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.
The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.
Do the yellow-rose petals
tremble and fall
at the rapid's roar?
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Nice, Random guy. Good poetry pulls the flesh off the bone.
Be present, be pleasant.
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Beautiful! Thanks for linking the entire poem. I especially like the opening stanza:
In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood--
A lord of nature weeping to a tree,
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.
Yes, in a dark time, the eye begins to see...& we meet our shadow.
Life itself is the proper binge.