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George Gray
I have studied many times The marble which was chiseled for me — A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor. In truth it pictures not my destination But my life. For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment; Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid; Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances. Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life. And now I know that we must lift the sail And catch the winds of destiny Wherever they drive the boat. To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness, But life without meaning is the torture Of restlessness and vague desire — It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.
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Let me escape
Let me escape, Be free, (wind for my tree and water for my flowers ), Live self for self, And drown the gods in me, Or crush their viper heads beneath my foot. No space, no space, you say, But you'll not keep me in Although your cage is strong. My strength shall sap your own; I'll cut through your dark cloud To see the sun myself, Pale and decayed, an ugly growth.
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