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| James Naughton, "Cloud Gap Light" |
Self Question
Is this wide world not large enough to fill thee,
Nor Nature, not that deep man's Nature, Art?
Are they too thin, too weak and poor to still thee,
Thou little heart?
Dust thou art, and to dust again returnest,
A spark of fire within a beating clod.
Should that be infinite for which thou burnest?
Must it be God?
Mary Coleridge
It's not merely that poetry looks beneath the surface, but that it pulls up the questions hidden there.
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