na fotografia, Marilyn Monroe
To think of time—of all that retrospection!
To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward.
Have you guess’d you yourself would not continue?
Have you dreaded these earth-beetles?
Have you fear’d the future would be nothing to you?
Is to-day nothing? Is the beginningless past nothing?
If the future is nothing, they are just as surely nothing.
To think that the sun rose in the east- that men and women were flexible,
real, alive - that everything was alive,
To think that you and I did not see, feel, think, nor bear our part,
To think that we are now here, and bear our part.