An Omnibus Philosophy
Jun. 14th, 2009 05:08 pmThe State Association ( more after the cut )
had declared a convocation
At a well-located hotel
here upon a certain date.
Time for another poem. A recent selenite post reminded me of this, but, although I have read a lot of Kipling, I had not run across this until Lois Bujold mentioned it on the LMB list a while ago. Can't say I buy into the rationale, but it is a comfortable shoe.
( The Sons Of Martha )
From far, from eve and morning
And 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.