Wednesday, January 07, 2009

The Crystal Gazer

I

I shall gather myself into myself again,
. I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
. Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.

I shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent,
, Watching the future come and the present go--
And the little shifting pictures of people rushing
, In tiny self-importance to and fro.

--
Sara Teasdale --

4 comments:

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rauf said...

Its the brain.
there is stunning fact Claudia.
Say, i dig a hole in the wall in my childhood. after ten years it is not me who dug the whole. every cell in our body has changed including the brain. We are carried forward by our memories. This cannot be accepted in the court of law. i still haven't understood the whole thing, its so confusing.

the picture is stunning too Claudia

Claudia said...

That's true, Rauf, and it's mind-boggling... Just proves that not everything that we are is physical, we are much more than the sum of our parts.

I hope you had a lovely birthday, dear Rauf :)

Peter said...

Life and memories may be confusing. Time to “gather yourself” is (now and then) a good thing, but to try to just “go on” is perhaps also required! We have to compromise – again! Beautiful eye and poem!