Wednesday, October 20, 2010
"Soul, one's life is one's enemy"
Against weather, and the random
Harpies — mood, circumstance, the laws
Of biography, chance, physics —
The unseasonable soul holds forth,
Eager for form as a renowned
Pedant, the emperor's man of worth,
Hereditary arbiter of manners.
Soul, one's life is one's enemy.
As the small children learn, what happens
Takes over, and what you were goes away.
From "Ceremony for Any Beginning" by Robert Pinsky
Two Children in a Stable, Madeline Green (1884-1947)