And what there is to conquer
By strength and submission, has already been discovered
Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope
To emulate—but there is no competition—
There is only the fight to recover what has been lost
And found and lost again and again: and now, under conditions
That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss.
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
That’s a super picture!
Tom
Tom – Thanks. It gives me the sense of hanging on for dear life, although I suppose the seeds are actually ready to go.
Here’s another paradox — there can be perfection in imperfection.
Jim T
Jim – 🙂