....And autumn grows, autumn in everything.
Eh? the whole seems to fall into a shape
As if I saw alike my work and self
And all that I was born to be and do,
A twilight-piece... |
...Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?.. |
...i am grown peaceful as old age to-night.
I regret little, I would change still less.. |
..In this world, who can do a thing, will not;
And who would do it, cannot, I perceive:
Yet the will's somewhat--somewhat, too, the power--
And thus we half-men struggle.. |
excerpts from "Andrea del Sarto" by Robert Browning" |
an ennui of age not unlike that of del Sarto is gripping me.
though i too feel "a man's reach should exceed his grasp"
and that having "grown peaceful as old age" also feels very "half-men"
like. |
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nov 2011 elias