Thursday, July 11, 2013

I was telling Judith

During the middle of my middle-of-the-nights with the girls, I frequently hear inside my head this part of The Dry Salvages, which beautifully sums up what it feels like to be in the endless dark, worried about the morning, worried about the time slipping away, and trying to remake reality so that I've had a good night's sleep:

And under the oppression of the silent fog
The tolling bell
Measures time not our time, rung by the unhurried
Ground swell, a time
Older than the time of chronometers, older
Than time counted by anxious worried women
Lying awake, calculating the future,
Trying to unweave, unwind, unravel
And piece together the past and the future,
Between midnight and dawn, when the past is all deception,
The future futureless, before the morning watch
When time stops and time is never ending;
And the ground swell, that is and was from the beginning,
The bell.


Melanie Bettinelli said...

Love that passage.

lissla lissar said...

It's such a good description of being awake during the middle of the night.