3/15/2011
Today I came upon this poem by Walter de la Mare
Me
As long as I live
I shall always be
My Self--and no other
Just me.
Like a tree.
Like a willow or elder,
An aspen, a thorn,
Or a cypress forlorn.
Like a flower,
for its hour
A primrose, a pink,
Or a violet--
Sunned by the sun,
And with dewdrops wet.
Always just me.