Wednesday, November 19, 2003

A New Wind

'Song of a man who has come through'

"Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
If I only let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!
If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!
If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed
By the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world
Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-shaped blade inserted;
If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge
Driven by invisible blow,
The rock will split, and we shall come to wonder, we shall find the Hesperides"

DH Lawrence on mutualism - or something similar.

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