Looking Out, Looking In
. . . the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light
of meaning in the darkness of mere being.
C. G. Jung, “Memories, Dreams, Reflections”
Two-thirty in the dark and there is no light
But one in a window across the commons,
Someone to whom sad news has come, or
(Because the light seems feminine) she is
Reading some long and difficult passages
Of Proust or Joyce, turning and returning
To pages read years ago for credit and now
In the hard-learned knowing that meaning
Is rarely linear and literal, that if it is come
To at all it is in the circular reasonings and
Reckonings of past and present, the given
And the taken, the silence and the spoken,
So much of what we come to only surmises,
How, in the end, all we really know is context.
Dear Lady of Light, I turn on my own to write
You this poem, to tell you, looking out, looking
In, it is not the words but the light that matters.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2015-04-25 at 20:39
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