Swaddled by impulse
pressed in necessity
we wait, wait
then leap! – wings
(or what passes for wings)
spread as if flight
were one option
alone among many.
See also: "Immediately, Mrs. Ramsay seemed to fold herself together, one petal closed in another, and the whole fabric fell in exhaustion upon itself, so that she had only strength enough to move her finger, in exquisite abandonment to exhaustion, across the page of Grimm's fairy story, while there throbbed through her, like a pulse in a spring which has expanded to its full width and now gently ceases to beat, the rapture of successful creation." Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse
pressed in necessity
we wait, wait
then leap! – wings
(or what passes for wings)
spread as if flight
were one option
alone among many.
See also: "Immediately, Mrs. Ramsay seemed to fold herself together, one petal closed in another, and the whole fabric fell in exhaustion upon itself, so that she had only strength enough to move her finger, in exquisite abandonment to exhaustion, across the page of Grimm's fairy story, while there throbbed through her, like a pulse in a spring which has expanded to its full width and now gently ceases to beat, the rapture of successful creation." Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse
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