“Dame Folly and us


There is being; but by what name
To call it? It’s neither sleep nor waking;
It’s between them, and in man through it
Saneness borders on insanity.
He is in the fullness of his reason,
But at the same time visions, like waves,
Run against him from all sides,
Each one more rebellious and willful than the last,
As if he were given to the elemental
Bewilderment of his ancient homeland.
But sometimes, set on fi re by a dream,
He sees a light not revealed to others.”