"Or What's A Heaven For"
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?
― Robert Browning, "Men and Women and Other Poems"
Weeks now of haze and a few faint stars,
As though before the beginning or near
The end there is nothing like constellations
To say where we are, how we have come or
Might yet go, their stories and ours not yet
Told or passed beyond any remembering,
Only some first or last light in its becoming
Or leaving and nothing to say which, time
Without gods and myths, prayers or portents.
Only the passage of these few scattered stars
Through these first years of the last of my life.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2015-10-14 at 16:21
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