Clive Staples Lewis
Poems of Clive Staples Lewis
|42.||The Ocean Strand||3/21/2012|
|49.||Tu Ne Quaesieris||3/21/2012|
As the Ruin Falls
All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.
I never had a selfless thought since I was born.
I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through:
I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn.
Peace, re-assurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek,
I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin:
I talk of love --a scholar's parrot may talk Greek--
But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin.