Sunday, October 25, 2009

Oars

"Halt, muddy river! Rest awhile among your reeds.
Make way for a lover in a hurry,


for you haven't a bridge or a chain-ferry,
to take me across without oars."
 

(From Ovid's Amores - Book 3- translated by Guy Lee.)
 


This is as good a description as any of the sense of ‘crossing’ one experiences in the entanglement of new emotions.


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