Something of Myself

Friday, February 09, 2007

In my moments of deepest uncertainties, and gravest fears, these lines never EVER cease to provide me with the inspiration which every ordinary human being needs, now and then: of course, these could only have been written by the God of poetry - Alfred Lord Tennyson:

Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’
Gleams that untravell’d world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!
As tho’ to breathe were life.

Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
posted by Pele at 3:12 pm

2 Comments:

None other than Tennyson could have expressed such beauty. I especially love the last two lines, although, we might not have the same energy bt we do have a strong will, so fight on daddu, i know u can do it!

4:58 pm  

I wonder how folks place such an inimitable faith in me. While it stirs the inner being in me knowing you think I can do 'it', I feel scared of disappointing you all. :-) (That by the way is a sign of being a human). ;) Take care 'walking hope'...

3:40 pm  

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