Impossible

Subtle shapes cut the world into our hopes and fears impressed on the helpless part of the mind’s destiny – And we have no path past the way of years long, long, long, and drawn out painfully. To walk, or to leave, or to stay, all are failures it seems in some way or another …

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‘The Voice of the Rain’ by Walt Whitman (1885)

And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower, Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated: I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain, Eternal I rise impalpable out of the land and the bottomless sea, Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely form’d, altogether changed, and yet …

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Wispy Wild Way

Wisdom is the wispy, wild way That winds through the waste of being Without wimpering, with no wasting Of time in a whirling wind That wakes the good that’s small, So little in the welter and weeping. But we serve the greater way, Though it’s narrow and young and nearly gone; Though we’ve already known …

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