Past And Future

The new hath come and now the old retires:
And so the past becomes a mountain-cell,
Where lone, apart, old hermit-memories dwell
In consecrated calm, forgotten yet
Of the keen heart that hastens to forget
Old longings in fulfilling new desires.


And now the Soul stands in a vague, intense
Expectancy and anguish of suspense,
On the dim chamber-threshold . . . lo! he sees
Like a strange, fated bride as yet unknown,
His timid future shrinking there alone,
Beneath her marriage-veil of mysteries.

by Sarojini Naidu

Comments (9)

Uncanny poem, I love it! You have one layer on top of another over another, brilliant poem! I too have written about nothing in some of my poems, nothing has great depth doesn't it? Thank you, RoseAnn
Meanings hidden within meanings... I like it very much!
very abstract writing with layers of meaning....
just amazing simply talented i am almost on the brink of tearing up to see the depth of this poem the thought that went into it i wish one day my skill will be almost as good as yours. i loved this
Mr Pertillar, I could never fathom that there would be within me nearly as many writs as you've written to read, here on this Poem hunt free site. Did you write this one poem in leu of all of the other 6579 as an Acceptance of a Nothingness or, and may be the numerous quantity of Something? We do share our work in Taj Mahal Review. Best Wishes for Love and Peace ...louie L.
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