Poems talking - Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson
There is something comforting about poetry, about specific poems,
that speak to us from shores of sleep or un-resting thoughts.
They like a light in the darkness, a quiet voice from afar, from ages gone and echo back to us again.
" I cannot rest from travel; I will drink life to the lees:"
The journeyman in all of us is present in all we meet.
" I am a part of all that I have met "
on that journey, now, more than ever, new unfamiliar vistas of sadness are revealed.
" Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' gleams that untravell'd world "
To know that others experience what we are, is the quiet voice we try to still. We learn as in
" To follow knowledge like a sinking star "
Yet know what us this new find brings.
We are here. You are here. Our creator is here.
Rejoice. Enjoy the poem. And the last line.
Next poem: Ascending Stork Tower by Wang Zhihuan
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