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Human life is a search for fulfilment:
It reaches for this long before we know:
A baby craves for it, a corpse seems to
Terminate it not lose it, and a man
Dangles on a wire by its wheel: there
He must capitulate, strike emptiness
With forms to clothe it, and feel it thrust out
Like a hand that subdues or flails out, but
Obtains; and to educate it I live,
To give it permanence in belief not
Abandon, and in knowing it, to know
Where it is, and not trust where it is not:
It is the only light in my heart, warm,
Immediate, enigmatic, but true. |
