Movement
At times I almost dream
I too have spent a life the sage's way,
And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance
I perished in an arrogant self-reliance
Ages ago; and in that act, a prayer
For one more chance went up so earnest, so
Instinct with better light let in by death,
That life was blotted out - not so completely
But scattered wrecks enough of it remain,
Dim memories, as now, when once more seems
The goal in sight again.
This is a poem by Robert Browning titled "Paracelsus." I think its absolutely beautiful.
I don't know why, but poetry has always just reached inside of me and grabbed something important.
I wish I could write words like these.
~Beth
I too have spent a life the sage's way,
And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance
I perished in an arrogant self-reliance
Ages ago; and in that act, a prayer
For one more chance went up so earnest, so
Instinct with better light let in by death,
That life was blotted out - not so completely
But scattered wrecks enough of it remain,
Dim memories, as now, when once more seems
The goal in sight again.
This is a poem by Robert Browning titled "Paracelsus." I think its absolutely beautiful.
I don't know why, but poetry has always just reached inside of me and grabbed something important.
I wish I could write words like these.
~Beth