Monday, November 17, 2014

In the Borderlands


The part of this being that is rock,
the part of this body that is a star,
lately I feel them yearning to go back
and be what they are.

As we get closer to the border
they whisper sometimes to my soul:
So long we’ve been away from order,
O when will we be whole?

Soon enough, my soul replies,
you’ll shine in star and sleep in stone,
when I who troubled you a while with eyes
and grief and wakefulness am gone.

—Ursula K. Le Guin


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