Adventure most unto itself
The soul condemned to be
Attended by a single Hound
It’s own identity –
These Strangers, in a foreign World,
Protection asked of me –
Befriend them, lest yourself in Heaven
Be found a refugee
The Brain is wider than the sky,
For, put them side by side,
The one the other will include
With ease, and you beside.
The Brain is deeper than the sea,
For, hold them, blue to blue,
The one the other will absorb,
As sponges, buckets do.
The Brain is just the weight of God,
For, lift them, pound for pound,
And they will differ, if they do,
As syllable from sound.
« L’âme est d’une certaine manière toute chose. »
Aristote, De Anima, 431b20,
I hide myself within my flower
That wearing on your breast
You – unsuspecting – wear me too
And angels know the rest!
Let my first knowing be of thee
With morning’s warming Light –
And my first Fearing, lest Unknowns
Engulph thee in the night –