WITH MY OWN
The voices that carry me in the
middle of the night are not mine
alone; they speak ages of Human.
I am with Hercules, perhaps, and
with Zeus - all those crazy Greek
Gods who commingled with men?
-
What does it gain me if I am right,
and what do I lose if wrong? I can't
make the difference matter; feeling
as if all time is running out, loosely
escaping from me.
-
It is only the darkness by which
I am covered that keeps me safe
and in touch with my own.
No comments:
Post a Comment