Monday, August 18, 2008
The Moment (poem)
The Moment
I do not know
where it comes from,
what makes it arise.
But there it is!
Splendid, resilient,
the after glow
of a star
which has just passed,
the last gleam
of red which lingers
on yesterday’s
horizon.
Always,
what is past,
or passing,
or to come.*
Dorothy Walters
August 18, 2008
(The quoted line in the last verse is from W. B. Yeats, “Sailing to Byzantium." Here it refers to the fact that each second is an interval between past and future, neither of which we can fully grasp, since the the future has not yet arrived, the past has forever vanished, and the "now" has already slipped into the past the instant we think about it.)
I do not know
where it comes from,
what makes it arise.
But there it is!
Splendid, resilient,
the after glow
of a star
which has just passed,
the last gleam
of red which lingers
on yesterday’s
horizon.
Always,
what is past,
or passing,
or to come.*
Dorothy Walters
August 18, 2008
(The quoted line in the last verse is from W. B. Yeats, “Sailing to Byzantium." Here it refers to the fact that each second is an interval between past and future, neither of which we can fully grasp, since the the future has not yet arrived, the past has forever vanished, and the "now" has already slipped into the past the instant we think about it.)
(Image from N. M. Rai)
