I was thinking of revisiting T.S. Eliot today, but Kimberley’s post inspired me. So here’s a little more dreaming.
This is what I am: watching the spider
rebuild – “patiently”, they say,
but I recognize in her
impatience – my own-
the passion to make and make again
where such unmaking reigns
the refusal to be a victim
we have lived with violence so long
Am I to go on saying
for myself, for her
This is my body,
take and destroy it?
. . . . . . . . .
My heart is moved by all I cannot save:
so much has been destroyed
I have to cast my lot with those
who age after age, perversely,
with no extraordinary power,
reconstitute the world.
– Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language