What are the year by Marianne Moore What is our innocence What is our guilt ?All arenaked, none is safe. And Whenceis courage : the unanswered question,the resolute doubt - dumbly calling, deafly listening - that in misfortune, even deathencourage other and in its defeat, stirs the soul to be strong?He sees deep in glad, whoAccedes to mortalityAnd in his imprisonment rises Upon himself asThe sea in chasm struggling to befree and unable to be In its surrederingFinds his continuingSo he who strongly feels Behaves. The very birdgrown taller as he sings, steelshis form straight up. Though he is captive his mighty singingsays is a lowly thinghow pure a thing is joy This is mortalityThis is eternity
LA MIA STELLA POLARE
What are the year by Marianne Moore What is our innocence What is our guilt ?All arenaked, none is safe. And Whenceis courage : the unanswered question,the resolute doubt - dumbly calling, deafly listening - that in misfortune, even deathencourage other and in its defeat, stirs the soul to be strong?He sees deep in glad, whoAccedes to mortalityAnd in his imprisonment rises Upon himself asThe sea in chasm struggling to befree and unable to be In its surrederingFinds his continuingSo he who strongly feels Behaves. The very birdgrown taller as he sings, steelshis form straight up. Though he is captive his mighty singingsays is a lowly thinghow pure a thing is joy This is mortalityThis is eternity