Were you not awed by the easy attitudes of Grecian graveyard statuary? Did not love and farewell sit lightly on their shoulders, as though compounded of an essence unknown to us? Remember how the hands rested without pressure despite apparent strength? Their very poses seem to say: "It is given us to touch this way. If the gods press us harder... that is for the gods to say." If only we could discover such a singular human place- pure, determined, self-contained, our own fruitful soil between the river and the stone! But our hearts outrun us. We cannot capture their essence by lingering before consoling statuary, nor by contemplation of those godlike forms containing all for which we yearn in monumental measure.
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Were you not awed by
the easy attitudes of
Grecian graveyard statuary?
Did not love and farewell
sit lightly on their shoulders,
as though compounded of an
essence unknown to us?
Remember how the hands
rested without pressure
despite apparent strength?
Their very poses seem to say:
"It is given us to touch this way.
If the gods press us harder...
that is for the gods to say."
If only we could discover
such a singular human place-
pure, determined, self-contained,
our own fruitful soil between
the river and the stone!
But our hearts outrun us.
We cannot capture their essence by
lingering before consoling statuary,
nor by contemplation of those godlike forms
containing all for which we yearn
in monumental measure.
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