THE JOURNEY
One day you finally knew/ what you had to do, and began,/ though the voices around you/ kept shouting/ their bad advice/ though the whole house/ began to tremble/ and you felt the old tug/ at your ankles./ “Mend my life!”/ each voice cried./ But you didn’t stop./ You knew what you had to do,/ though the wind pried/ with its stiff fingers/ at the very foundations,/ though their melancholy/ was terrible. / It was already late / enough, and a wild night,/ and the road full of fallen/ branches and stones./ But little by little,/ as you left their voices behind,/ the stars began to burn/ through the sheets of clouds,/ and there was a new voice/ which you slowly/ recognized as your own,/ that kept you company/ as you strode deeper and deeper/ into the world,/ determined to do/ the only thing you could do/ determined to save/ the only life you could save.
Mary Oliver.-
One day you finally knew/ what you had to do, and began,/ though the voices around you/ kept shouting/ their bad advice/ though the whole house/ began to tremble/ and you felt the old tug/ at your ankles./ “Mend my life!”/ each voice cried./ But you didn’t stop./ You knew what you had to do,/ though the wind pried/ with its stiff fingers/ at the very foundations,/ though their melancholy/ was terrible. / It was already late / enough, and a wild night,/ and the road full of fallen/ branches and stones./ But little by little,/ as you left their voices behind,/ the stars began to burn/ through the sheets of clouds,/ and there was a new voice/ which you slowly/ recognized as your own,/ that kept you company/ as you strode deeper and deeper/ into the world,/ determined to do/ the only thing you could do/ determined to save/ the only life you could save.
Mary Oliver.-
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