The Field Where I Died

At times, I almost dream
I, too, have spent a life the sages' way
and tread once more familiar paths.
Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance an age ago,
and in that act, a prayer for one more chance
went up so earnest, so.
Instinct with better light let in by death
that life was blotted out not so completely
but scattered wrecks enough of it to remain dim memories
as now, when seems once more
the goal in sight again

        Robert Browning – Paracelsus

The Field Where I Died

At times, I almost dream
I, too, have spent a life the sages’ way
and tread once more familiar paths.
Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance an age ago,
and in that act, a prayer for one more chance
went up so earnest, so.
Instinct with better light let in by death
that life was blotted out not so completely
but scattered wrecks enough of it to remain dim memories
as now, when seems once more
the goal in sight

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