Motion Is The Life Of All Things. Poem by Margaret Cavendish
Motion Is The Life Of All Things.
As darknesse a privation is of Light;
That's when the Optick Nerve is stopt from Light:
So Death is even a cessation in
Those Formes, and Bodies, wherein Motions spin.
As Light can only shine but in the Eye,
So Life doth only in a Motion lye.
Thus Life is out, when Motion leaves to bee,
Like to an Eye, that's shut, no Light can see.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: leaves,light
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