Recalling who I was , I see somebody else
Recalling who I was, I see somebody else.
In memory the past becomes the present.
Who I was is somebody I love,
Yet only in a dream.
The longing that torments me now
Is not from me nor by the past invoked,
But his who lives in me
Behind my eyes.
Nothing knows me but the moment.
My own memory is nothing, and I feel
That who I am and who I was
Are two contrasting dreams.
(1930)
No one, in the vast and virgin jungle
No one, in the vast and virgin jungle
Of this unreckoned world ever sees
The God he knows.
Only what is borne upon the wind, upon the wind is
heard.
All we ponder, ourselves, our gods,
Pass on, because we do.
(1931)
To be great, be whole
To be great, be whole.
Nothing, exaggerate nothing that is you.
Be whole in everything. Put all you are
Into the smallest thing you do.
The whole moon gleams in every pool,
It rides so high.
(1933)
Myriad Ways 