This is a poem I wrote before I died and was reborn: <br />- After the years of the apples ripening and the eagles <br /> soaring, <br />After the festival here the small flowers gleamed like the <br /> first stars, <br />And the horses cantered and romped away like the <br /> experience of skill; mastered and serene <br />Power, grasped and governed by reins, lightly held by <br /> knowing hands. <br /> <br />The horses had cantered away, far enough away <br />So that I saw the horses' heads farther and farther away <br />And saw that they had reached the black horizon on the <br /> dusk of day <br />And were or seemed black thunderheads, massy and <br /> ominous waves in the doomed sky: <br />And it was then, for the first time, then that I said as I <br /> must always say <br />All through living death of night: <br />It is always darkness before delight! <br />The long night is always the beginning of the vivid blossom of day.<br /><br />Delmore Schwartz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-is-a-poem-i-wrote-at-night-before-the-dawn/
