The Old Woman Poem by Joseph Campbell
The Old Woman
As a white candle
In a holy place,
So is the beauty
Of an aged face.
As the spent radience
Of the winter sun,
So is a woman
With her travail done.
Her brood gone from her,
And her thoughts as still
As the waters
Under a ruined mill.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
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