Tuesday, July 15, 2008

What Are Years?















 

What is our innocence,
what is our guilt? All are
naked, none is safe.
And whence
is courage: the unanswered question,
the resolute doubt, -
dumbly calling, deafly listening-that
in misfortune, even death,
encourage others
and in it's defeat, stirs
the soul to be strong? He
sees deep and is glad, who
accededs to mortality
and in his
imprisonment rises
upon himself as
the sea in a chasm, struggling to be
free and unable to be,
in its surrendering
finds its continuing.
So he who strongly feels,
behaves. The very bird,
grown taller as he
sings, steels
his form straight up. Though he is captive,
his mighty
singing
says, satisfaction is a lowly
thing, how pure a thing is joy.
This is mortality,
this is eternity.


-Marianne Moore

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