Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Poem: Me And My Shadow (Emily Dickinson)
One need not be a chamber to be haunted --
One need not be a house.
The brain has corridors -- surpassing material place.
Far safer, of a midnight meeting
than its interior confronting --
that cooler host.
Far safer, through an abbey gallop
the stones a'chase --
than unarmed, one's self encounter
in lonesome place.
Ourself behind ourself concealed --
should startle most.
Assassin hid in our apartment
be horror's least.
The body borrows a revolver --
he bolts the door
O'erlooking a superior spectre --
Such is the daily struggle of which we each, like Faust, strive to define ... that sense of moral responsibility, wrestled between the dualities of human nature: spirituality and sensuality; conscience and desire; ego and shadow; the divine and the diabolical aspects of the soul.