What Other Reasonable Response to this Quiz is There Other than an Existential Crisis?


 


The Guardian's Poetry Mood Matcher.


You're experiencing a bit of an existential crisis, aren't you? Here's a poem to help you through your long dark night of the soul.

I Would I Might Forget That I am I

I would I might forget that I am I,
And break the heavy chain that binds me fast,
Whose links about myself my deeds have cast.
What in the body's tomb doth buried lie
Is boundless; 'tis the spirit of the sky,
Lord of the future, guardian of the past,
And soon must forth, to know his own at last.
In his large life to live, I fain would die.
Happy the dumb beast, hungering for food,
But calling not his suffering his own;
Blessed the angel, gazing on all good,
But knowing not he sits upon a throne;
Wretched the mortal, pondering his mood,
And doomed to know his aching heart alone.

George Santayana (1863 - 1952)
Posted: Tuesday - March 22, 2005 at 08:17 AM         | |

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