Canyon Country, CA
"As thou art to thyself" the man replied -
The ghost so very like the king who died,
All stood in awe as slowly passed the shade,
Into another world they saw it fade.
Cap - a - pe, the two forms were the same -
The spirit and old Hamlet, King of Danes.
Yet "self" ad "thou" are not at all the same -
The first we see and this it is we name.
We take apart these "selves" when they are dead,
And peer into the fingers, arms and heads.
But "thou" makes reference not to what but who -
Not what is yours, but what is really you.
Then think on Faust and do his blindness see,
That Helen whom he saw, it was not she.
To his disgrace, he asked "Is this the face?"
The face that launched the ships had turned to dust.
Yet Faust could not distinguish, though he must,
The living flesh from airy ghostly kind,
Much less between the body and the mind.
~*~ Time erases and rewrites all the lines. What remains is the poetry! ~*~
[This message has been edited by Echo Rhayne (edited 10-16-1999).]