Self

"Who am I, who
Speaks from the dust,
Who looks from the clay?

"Who hears
For the mute stone,
For fragile water feels
With finger and bone?

"Who for the forest breathes the evening,
Sees for the rose,
Who knows
What the bird sings?

"Who am I, who for the sun fears
The demon dark,
In order holds
Atom and chaos?

"Who out of nothingness has gazed
On the beloved face?"

-Kathleen Raine