I
had forgotten that sight: —
The
glow of autumn in my eyes, a
Light
warmth, a dreamy light,
Within
the picture that lay.
It
was a simple photograph, I saw,
The
fair face of a young lad:
Then
I felt a sense of awe:
Sadness
blending with my joy!
Here
I was, at twenty-three
The
graceful image, a young man
With
soft and wavy auburn hair
Fresh
young muscles, chin and brow!
Clear
and simple were things,
That
my inward spirit grew;
The
white veil of simplicity:
It
was as if another time.
Now,
an old man at sixty-four
With
groping eyes, cloudy mind—
That
narrow room of youth foreclosed:
Luminous-
beauty now vanished!
As
if enfolding in one night:
Wild
and dark and bright visions,
Fermenting
within that old photograph:
We
reap as we have sown!
Thus,
the soul now waits and waits
For
the day he’ll vanish
Yet
the picture still remains:
Back
in the day, he was twenty-three.
#3339 (4-2-2012)