“What a cruel, unjust destiny!” he said.
“It is saddening to see
That the Narcissus flower,
With that serene eye of a goddess,
With that fragrant glance of an angel,
Fades away so soon,
And turns into the dust
of
dark absurdity!”
“No,” I said,
“That is not true;
With an intent, unaffected look
you
might see
That it is
The very dust
Of dark absurdity
That has turned into
the
graceful Narcissus!
In becomingness
The flower of life blooms;
And the eternal beingness
Begins with death.
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