What are the year
by Marianne Moore
What is our innocence
What is our guilt ?All are
naked, none is safe. And Whence
is courage : the unanswered question,
the resolute doubt
- dumbly calling, deafly listening - that
in misfortune, even death
encourage other
and in its defeat, stirs
the soul to be strong?
He sees deep in glad, who
Accedes to mortality
And in his imprisonment rises
Upon himself as
The sea in chasm struggling to be
free and unable to be
In its surredering
Finds his continuing
So he who strongly feels
Behaves. The very bird
grown taller as he sings, steels
his form straight up.
Though he is captive
his mighty singing
says is a lowly thing
how pure a thing is joy
This is mortality
This is eternity
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