Friday, August 19, 2005
I was thinking about what to post with this picture.
Edgar Lee Masters, in his poetry work, “The Spoon River Anthology” had the late inhabitants of Spoon River sitting in their graves, talking, sharing, remembering their lives and what Life had done to them.
One of the blank verse poems I’ve always liked is spoken by a character commenting on his gravestone:
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.”