I was struggling with what I really wanted to say in my “stream of consciousness” poem – “One Must Settle in..”. I know it is my worst poetic attempt since I started trying to write some poetry three months ago. But it was an elusive idea that I was trying to grasp, the exact words evaded me.
Today I re-read Tennyson’s Ulysses where the feeling I was trying to express is captured very well in these lines:
I am part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move.
*Sigh* wish I was a poet!
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