Come at last to this point
I look back on my passion
And realize that I
Have been like a blind man
Who is unafraid of the dark.
translated by Kenneth Rexroth
Come at last to this point
I look back on my passion
And realize that I
Have been like a blind man
Who is unafraid of the dark.
translated by Kenneth Rexroth
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Loved the analogy about the blind man unafraid of the dark
Yes, I do, too.
deep
Better than shallow, no?
shallow’s safer 🙂
Ah but who wants to always be safe?
us chickens…
Wow.all men r as blind n going to unkwon target.a summary of a life is dis poem.
That it is.
Yeah.it is mostly true.
We ,all of us,have been that blind man at some point
Yes, we have.
Love this, succinct but profound !
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