In desperate hope I go and search for her
in all the corners of my room;
I find her not.
My house is small
and what once has gone from it can never be regained.
But infinite is thy mansion, my lord,
and seeking her I have to come to thy door.
I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky
and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.
I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish
—-no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears.
Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean,
plunge it into the deepest fullness.
Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch
in the allness of the universe.
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This poem had quite a bit of Biblical echoes in it. Some of the phrases seemed like paraphrased versions of Bible verses. I remember memorizing the verses when I was child. The ones that were written in this way were always about Wisdom. Wisdom was often portrayed as a woman. Also, she was often lost. A person would search and search for her, yet never seem to realize that she could not be found by searching. She could only again become a part of one's life once one had stopped lamenting the loss and moved on, once again living life with purpose.
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This poem brought tears to my eyes...feeling the sorrow of a lost loved one, and knowing the only solution is in dissolution, for I can never forget...how could he express it so completely? -
I think maybe she is not a person. She is a metaphor. She is eternity, or fate that he is searching for. The "room" he talks about is his life. And the mansion that he goes to is the afterlife, a place of God and his infinative. It's a very beautiful poem. Though, in these terms, "she" could very well be the love of his life. He could have followed her to the ends of time and eternity to be with her again. I don't know. I'm still trying to write my report on it.
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Who is she - anybody know?
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A very beautiful poem.
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