#cpb liminal

[merc-h-w]

"Postscript" from The Spirit Level by Seamus Heaney (1996)

Useless to think you'll park and capture it

More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there,

A hurry through which known and strange things pass

As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways

And catch the heart off guard and blow it open.

Heaney, Seamus. The Spirit Level. Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1999, New York.

[merc-h-w]

"Stanzas from the Grand Chartreuse" by Matthew Arnold (1855)

Wandering between two worlds, one dead,

The other powerless to be born,

With nowhere yet to rest my head,

Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.

Their faith, my tears, the world deride—

I come to shed them at their side.

Broadview Anthology, page 1017

[merc-h-w]

"Mont Blanc" by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1817)

Some say that gleams of a remoter world

Visit the soul in sleep, that death is slumber,

And that its shapes the busy thoughts outnumber

Of those who wake and live.—I look on high;

Has some unknown omnipotence unfurl'd

The veil of life and death? or do I lie

In dream, and does the mightier world of sleep

Spread far around and inaccessibly

Its circles?

Broadview Anthology, page 467