Saturday, May 20, 2006

Spoon River Anthology 2

Spoon River Anthology 2

To my previous post, I’d like to add this regretful, post-mortem, self-epitaph by George Gray of Spoon River.





I have studied many times


The marble which was chiseled for me –


A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.


In truth it pictures not my destination,


But my life.


For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;


Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;


Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.


Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.


And now I know that we must lift the sail


And catch the winds of destiny


Wherever they drive the boat.


To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness,


But life without meaning is the torture


Of restlessness and vague desire –


It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.

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