Night Questing

Night Questing

A star hung night I stood suspended
On a rocky beach twixt land and sea;
The stars, the moon, the sky, the tide,
And all the earth seemed one with me.
Ageless sea and aged land
Heaved and trembled at my feet
While over all a sense of time
And timelessness intensely beat.
Through wet salt spray the far flung stars
Stung and glittered in my sight;
And through the spray and beyond the stars
I cried questing to the night:
Where was I when time began
And where will I be at time's end?
For all things wither, change, and die,
The sun, the moon, the tide, and I.
And so I look this night to see
If time holds something more for me.
Or does eternity too end,
Along with seas and suns and men?
Is there an answer toward which I grope?
Is time the answer; does it hold hope?

Ragged clouds rode an alien wind;
I heard the seas withdrawing sigh;
And lone I waited, and still I wait
For an answer to my cry.



Poetry by ethom
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Written on 2008-03-27 at 14:08

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Rob Graber
"For all things wither, change, and die,
The sun, the moon, the tide, and I.
And so I look this night to see
If time holds something more for me.
Or does even time, at last, too end,
Along with seas and suns and men?"

I really like this passage, particularly the first, second, and (above all) last lines. It sounds quite Tennysonian, and Tennyson is a great favorite of mine. The fifth line, however, has an extra syllable that keeps it from "singing" with the rest. One solution would be:

"But time itself: Does [or "May"] it not end"

Just a suggestion; I enjoyed the poem!
2008-03-27