04-02-2023, 08:18 PM
Fools fall in love. The wise
slip into it gradually, if at all:
the wise are often left alone.
Alone? It is the even greater fool
who thinks a cloistered life
is lived alone. The trees, too, live,
and the creeping things speak,
the running things think
and feel, the swimming
and the flying things
have faces that gaze,
that shine golden
in the sun---
You mishear me.
To be left alone
is not to live alone.
slip into it gradually, if at all:
the wise are often left alone.
Alone? It is the even greater fool
who thinks a cloistered life
is lived alone. The trees, too, live,
and the creeping things speak,
the running things think
and feel, the swimming
and the flying things
have faces that gaze,
that shine golden
in the sun---
You mishear me.
To be left alone
is not to live alone.