The poems from Hope Gap are still on my mind. This is one that I loved the most. Deja vu and that feeling you know someone from times that go much further than you know or remember. I have heard stories of life changing events that happened in the blink of an eye, the person who changed the course of one's life and that sense of being part of something bigger than you can fathom.
I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.
You have been mine before,—
How long ago I may not know:
But just when at that swallow's soar
Your neck turn'd so,
Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore.
Has this been thus before?
And shall not thus time's eddying flight
Still with our lives our love restore
In death's despite,
And day and night yield one delight once more?
Reading these lines made me think of my own life and the few moments when I came close that deja vu feeling, or patterns in my life repeated over and over trying to tell me it is something I will either need to accept or apply tremendous force to break. I chose the later because acceptance was that hard.
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