From yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither; here am I.
Now — for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart —
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
Speak now, and I will answer;
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind's twelve quarters
I take my endless way.
The stuff of life? Energy or matter? Does it matter E=mc2.
ReplyDeleteJust thinking about what makes life is so intereating.
Has a similar feel as the "Because I Couldn't Stop for Death" poem by Dickinson. The passing and taking. Except there is an interaction that can tale place before.