Filling Hollows, Spinning Straw For Lady K and Friends Most Dear We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! But that is not I, my eye Is filled with Wonder and My head is filled with Love. Eros, Agape, Philos swirl About me in a whirlwind. Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us -- if at all - not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men. And I have crossed from sunless sea To once again embrace this life With hope and sorrow and evermore The knowledge that all is treasure. Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom And Form becomes Motion, with Wife and friends and those who Walk the stage in roles of old And staring past the shadows - Light. Your sons and daughters were eating and Drinking wine in the house of their eldest brother, when suddenly a great wind came across the desert and smote the four corners of the house. It fell upon the young people and they are dead; and I alone have escaped to tell you." And yet even then would I be blessed, For treasures of past and present and Days yet come have glimmered about Like fireflies of forgotten summer. From the fruit of his mouth a man has his fill; with the yield of his lips he sates himself. Death and life are in the power of the tongue; those who make it a friend shall eat its fruit. He who finds a wife finds happiness; it is a favor he receives from the LORD. The Face of the God reflected in Her folk With beauty and grace and terror; And blessed am I to be so afflicted With wonder in my days. The poor man implores, but the rich man answers harshly. Some friends bring ruin on us, but a true friend is more loyal than a brother. This is the way the world begins This is the way the world begins This is the way the world begins With wonder and awe and love. copyright E Glas Durboraw, January 9, 2002