An Illusory Intertwingling of Reason and Response

Literary: Anything waxing literary and Classical goes here. Occasionally I’ll put up a post which is entirely or largely a poem. Those go in Poetry. I even sometimes (though I would be the first to tell you that “literary criticism is bunk”) post some critique.

Tafel :: literary :: poetry

Friday, February 11, 2005

Only I

Pity me not.
I’m walking the way I chose —

If never there comes one
knowing enough to come,
if never false
gives way to what is true,
I’ll be.

Autumn may fall upon my soul
and find me . . . me,
and none beside.

If Winter saw me leading one
blind and free of thought,
in shame I’d cry, and drop her hand,
and wish I were only I.