به الاهه بقراط عزیزم ...................نانا زولا



The Crystal Gazer

I shall gather myself into my self again
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun
I Shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent
Watching the future come and the present go
And the little shifting pictures of people rushing
In tiny self-importance to and fro


Sara Teasdale