Running by men's sides;
Leaping over gaps,
To flounder in the mud...
Still veiled.
Opportunity,
an episode of passion,
of youth and temptation,
Doomed, in the end,
To forgetfulness,
Or, at best, tenderness and regret.
of youth and temptation,
Doomed, in the end,
To forgetfulness,
Or, at best, tenderness and regret.
Opportunity,
a melancholy figure,
A shadow buried in a lonely grave,
Who in the background
Looks on wistfully,
Hopelessly, with sealed lips.
A shadow buried in a lonely grave,
Who in the background
Looks on wistfully,
Hopelessly, with sealed lips.
Opportunity,
an extraordinary gem,
Of an enormous size,
Obtained, partly by the exercise
Of strength, and partly by cunning,
And altogether priceless.
Of an enormous size,
Obtained, partly by the exercise
Of strength, and partly by cunning,
And altogether priceless.
Opportunity,
an Eastern bride,
Comes veiled to men's sides,
Her face beheld,
Perhaps once in a lifetime,
With a proud and unflinching glance.
Comes veiled to men's sides,
Her face beheld,
Perhaps once in a lifetime,
With a proud and unflinching glance.
Picture credit: June Bride, Erte (source: WikiArt).
Joseph Conrad's own words, Lord Jim. Written June 2021.
