I <br /> <br />As eons of incalculable strife <br />Are in the vision of one moment caught, <br />So are the common, concrete things of life <br />Divinely shadowed on the walls of Thought. <br /> <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />We shriek to live, but no man ever lives <br />Till he has rid the ghost of human breath; <br />We dream to die, but no man ever dies <br />Till he has quit the road that runs to death.<br /><br />Edwin Arlington Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-quatrains/
