I’ve been sitting here for awhile writing and rewriting different posts and nothing has felt quite right and so I’ve decided to sum it all up and post my favorite poem that I may or may not have posted in the past but as of right now, my mind is exhausted and over-cluttered and I cannot coherently and artistically convey what is on it to you, the reader. And so, I present “In A Dark Time” By Theodore Roethke:

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood—
A lord of nature weeping to a tree.
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.

 

What’s madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day’s on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.
That place among the rocks—is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.

 

A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is—
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.

 

Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?
A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.
The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.

Best of days,

Righ

 

P.s. Should anyone be seeking a discussion on life, or any other topic, I am absolutely happy to oblige you as I have been craving deep and philosophical conversation with someone, it’s been such a long time since I’ve engaged in such. I greatly miss it. Reach me here: eliasrigh@gmail.com. Please, and thank you.