George Gray

Asso99 Sailing
Sailing at the “Interlaghi” with the Asso 99 (2006)

Usually before going to bed, I have my daily dose of couple dead from the Spoon River cemetery. Today I came across George Gray’s grave; it goes like this:

I have studied many times
The marble which was chiseled for me –
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life.
For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I dreaded the chances.
Yet all the while I hungered fro meaning in my life.
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they drive the boat.
To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the torture
Or restlessness and vague desire
It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.

Great piece Edgar Lee Masters! You earned a spot on my shelf next to Leaves of Grass 😉

#neverlikegray