A fantastic excerpt from a James Elroy Flecker poem that I stumbled across here.
Go as a pilgrim and seek out danger
far from the comfort
and the well lit avenues of life.
Pit your every soul against the unknown
and seek stimulation in the comfort of the brave.
Experience cold, hunger, heat and thirst
and survive to see
another challenge
and another dawn.
Only then will you be at peace
with yourself
and be able to know and to say;
“I look down the farthest side of the mountain,
fulfilled and understanding all,
and truly content that
I lived a full life and one
that was my own choice”
Keep stumbling, you keep posting great stuff.
This poem has been punctuated wrongly here, and has lost some of its beauty as a result/ Shame
what is wrong with it?
Thanks