Why Do You?
I am so used to women of restraint,
Of calculation and high retail,
That when you act without
A pause to think or blink,
I ask: Why?
Are your feelings unslowed by road wrecks
Or are you playing a game for the fullness of now,
Intuition twined with deep desire,
To feel the sun and kiss the stars,
To lick the rain and spark the fire,
To raise the heat and draw the sire?
Lorry Ibsen (1940- )
“The philosopher in search of truth about reality will want to know wht kind of reality in terms of the primordial field is touched when man descends into the depth of his psyche; and since the truth hauled up from the depth affects his perspectival view of the field as a whole, he will not identify the reality of the depths with any of the partners in the community but with the underlying reality that makes them partners in a common order, i.e., with the substance of the Cosmos.” Eric Voegelin, “Experience and Symbolization in History,” Published Essays, 1966–1985, The Collected Works, vol. 12, p. 216.
Also see Poetry Index I