as swimmers into cleanness leaping

Current Work In Progress

Hmm--it's hard to conceptualize a photograph of my whole life! Pretty much everything is up in the air right now, some parts more than others. Most of it in generally positive ways. I'm making moves toward making moves. But if I could reveal one image that is both representative of the entire process and, in itself a key component, it would be the following.

Maybe the best possibility out there right now...

Sister Hazel--'Work in Progress' from BAM!

Now, God be thanked who has matched us with his hour,
And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping!
With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power,
To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping,
Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary;
Leave the sick hearts that honor could not move,
And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary,
And all the little emptiness of love!
Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there,
Where there’s no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending,
Naught broken save this body, lost but breath;
Nothing to shake the laughing heart’s long peace there,
But only agony, and that has ending;
And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.

[Rupert Brooke, 'Peace', originally published in Poetry, April 1915]

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