And thou when in that selfsame mirror see.
Wouldst thou when there beholdest mee be pleased?
Thy fear of future or of past; would be
Thy curiosity of all appeased?
And wouldst thou see a life thou hoped to live?
Wouldst thou with eager pride regard thou mee?
And wouldst thou mine and thy mistakes forgive?
Wouldst thou behind me happiness foresee?
And if thou knew as intimate, my life,
Wouldst thou for greater happiness contrive?
And shouldst thou know how great had been my strife,
Wouldst thou with passion greater, passion strive?
Wouldst in this knowledge thou thy fortunes thrive?
Wouldst thou with borrowed foresight come alive?
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
Beautifully put, my dear.
I have always thought that this was one of the wonderful gifts we get in bending our minds toward great literature and poetry. A glimpse of lives lived well or not…and the chance to learn from them and choose to live with more passion. What is that little saying? “You can’t learn everything from a book but when you can the tuition is certainly cheaper…”
Um…in case you missed it in that mass of wandering reflection up there, I think this piece is an admirable addition to the annals of great poetry. Kipling would be proud.
Sam Kipling, or Bob Kipling?
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