There are times when I want
to fly from it all, just get away and never have to chafe myself in the society
of men. Don’t we all feel that way at times? This little piece from my new book
by Martin F. Tupper addresses it and its consequences.
“The branch can not but
wither, that is cut from the
parent vine.
Wouldst thou be a dweller in
the woods, and cast
away the cords that bind
thee,
Seeking, in they bitterness or
pride, to be exiled
from they fellows?
Behold, the beast shall hunt
thee, weak, naked,
houseless outcast,
Disease and Death shall
track thee out, as
bloodhounds in the
wilderness:
Better to be humblest of thy
kind, in the hated
company of men,
Than to live a solitary
wretch, dreading and wanting
all things;
Better to be chained to thy
labor, in the dusky
thoroughfares of life,
Than to reign monarch of
Sloth, in lonesome savage
freedom.”
2 comments:
I agree with this perspective wholeheartedly. I was one of those lone wolves, and I was just as wretched as the author of this poem describes. I really believe that I am better off boiling with the annoyances of interpersonal conflicts than calcifying in the absence of them. I am a believer in the human need for community!
Me too, a believer in community; that being said, no easy task.
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