The stone grows old.
Eternity is not for stones.
But I shall go down from this airy space, this swift white
peace, this stinging exultation;
And time will come close about me, and my soul stir to the
rhythm of the daily round.
Yet, having known, life will not press so close,
And always I shall feel time ravel thin about me.
For once I stood
In the white windy presence of eternity.
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Comments2Wow, "Presence of Eternity" really struck a chord with me. 🤯 It makes me ponder the idea of eternity and how it affects life. I'm wondering if the poet is suggesting that experiencing a glimpse of eternity helps us deal with the constraints of daily life? It's amazing how such words can evoke deep emotions and thoughts. What do you think the poet is trying to convey with the concept of the "white windy presence"? 🧐🍃
Wow, Eunice Tietjens's poem really touches on the bittersweet nature of time and its impact on us. Struck by how she beautifully contrasts the eternal aspect of the human soul and the fleeting physical world. It's incredible how her words make the concept of eternity feel so tangible.