I found a poem the other day while proofreading a friend's story and it was so beautiful it almost made me cry. I think it speaks to a lot of Shakespeare, and in just those few lines I think I cam just a little bit closer to understanding the tragic sense of life and I thought it would be a shame not to share it here.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
O luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I don't know if anyone else will see it the way that I do, but it took my breath away. Anyways, on a lighter note, I was watching Aladdin with some friends the other day and realized, for the first time, that the parrot's name was actually significant. Then I found these.
It made me laugh a little bit. I know it's not really that significant, but I always feel clever when I find those little connections. It's like the world is coming together again, like I've found another piece of the puzzle, or seen another ripple in the pond. I'll be trying to write more posts this weekend, but it's been a hectic week for me and I have a project due on Monday that I haven't been able to work on at all because of the craziness, so we'll see how it goes. Definitely going to do a lot of reading. I think I'll close out now with a quote from Sexson in class yesterday.
"Life is not a problem to be solved. It is a mystery to be experienced."
