I have loved this part of the Spoon River Anthology since I was in high school. Sad to say that it still speaks of/to me today.
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.
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