Wednesday, April 7, 2010
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To the Living
Beauty in passionate, ravishing truth.
TO THE LIVING
Poem by May Sarton
IV
The need to kill what is unknown and strange
Whether it be a poem or an ancient race,
The fear of thought, fear of experience
That might demand some radical heart-change--
These are the mountains that hem a narrow place
Out of the generous plains of our inheritance:
Speak to the children as a whole,
Whole as the heart that can include it all,
And the fear of thought as the first sin;
Tell them the revolution is within.
Open the mind and the whole earth and sky
Are freed from fear to be explored and known.
Nothing so strange it is does not hold delight
Once it is seen with the clear and naked eye.
The thinking man will never be alone
TO THE LIVING
Poem by May Sarton
IV
The need to kill what is unknown and strange
Whether it be a poem or an ancient race,
The fear of thought, fear of experience
That might demand some radical heart-change--
These are the mountains that hem a narrow place
Out of the generous plains of our inheritance:
Speak to the children as a whole,
Whole as the heart that can include it all,
And the fear of thought as the first sin;
Tell them the revolution is within.
Open the mind and the whole earth and sky
Are freed from fear to be explored and known.
Nothing so strange it is does not hold delight
Once it is seen with the clear and naked eye.
The thinking man will never be alone
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