Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong thing.
The soul is so far from being a monad that we have not only to interpret other souls to ourself but to interpret ourself to ourself.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories