Thank you Jana for this beautiful tour of the 'poetry of purpose'.
Our lives do appear at times to be a constant search for an elusive purpose, a divine glimmer of something lost that we are trying to find again. Which reminds me of this celebrated poem by Yeats: The Song of the Wandering Aengus.
Thank you Jana for this beautiful tour of the 'poetry of purpose'.
Our lives do appear at times to be a constant search for an elusive purpose, a divine glimmer of something lost that we are trying to find again. Which reminds me of this celebrated poem by Yeats: The Song of the Wandering Aengus.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/55687/the-song-of-wandering-aengus
The last stanza:
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
Marc Mullie MD