The irresponsive silence of the land,
The irresponsive sounding of the sea
Speak both one message of one sense to me:–
Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand
Thou too aloof bound with the flawless band
Of inner solitude; we bind not thee;
But who from thy self-chain shall set thee free?
What heart shall touch thy heart? what hand thy hand?–

Christina Rossetti ~ The Thread of Life

Sunday Sayings: Christina Rossetti’s “Threads of Life” poem of solitudinal separation has, in the context of current catastrophes, a most telling veracity.

3 thoughts on “Threads

  1. If a life could own another life –
    a wolf a deer, a fish a bird,
    a man a tree – who would
    exchange a life with me?

    Dark in the forest a path
    goes down, soft as moss
    a voice comes on: my hand
    on bark, my stilled face alone –

    Then water, then gravel, then stone.

    Wm. Stafford – Identities
    (pardon please)

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