Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Somewhere between seeing and speaking








Somewhere between seeing and speaking, somewhere
Between our soiled and greasy currency of words
And the first star, the great moths fluttering
About the ghosts of flowers,
Lies the clear place where I, no longer I,
Nevertheless remember
Love’s nightlong wisdom of the other shore…

 I no longer I,
In this clear place between my thought and silence
See all I had and lost, anguish and joys,
Glowing like gentians in the Alpine grass,
Blue, unpossessed and open.







~ Aldous Huxley
from Island









1 comments:

Marja said...

Thanks for sharing these gems
which reminds you of "the other shore"