May Sarton, 'Now I become myself'

[tea_drinker77]

Now I become myself.  It’s taken
Time, many years and places,
I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people’s faces,
Run madly, as if Time were there,
Terribly old, crying a warning,
“hurry, you will be dead before --”
(What? Before you reach the morning?
or the end of the poem, is clear?
Or love safe in the walled city?)
Now to stand still,

Comments

[stargazer1960]

Your poetry choices have been a joy to read.

[tea_drinker77]

I'm glad you're enjoying them!