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An Epiphany Evaded
Along the foggy path I made my way
With no set course laid out within my mind
But fleeing dreary days I left behind,
And dreary lands in which I dared not stay.
At night, I stopped; beside the road I lay,
With morning's light awakening to find
Myself back home, or somewhere like in kind.
I heard the hounds of death begin to bay.
Those dreary days, it then did seem to me,
Were buried splinter-like inside my chest.
No matter where I stopped to take my rest,
They'd blight the earth; they'd poison sky and sea.
I shook my head to banish all despair:
I'll find another land - one far more fair!
With no set course laid out within my mind
But fleeing dreary days I left behind,
And dreary lands in which I dared not stay.
At night, I stopped; beside the road I lay,
With morning's light awakening to find
Myself back home, or somewhere like in kind.
I heard the hounds of death begin to bay.
Those dreary days, it then did seem to me,
Were buried splinter-like inside my chest.
No matter where I stopped to take my rest,
They'd blight the earth; they'd poison sky and sea.
I shook my head to banish all despair:
I'll find another land - one far more fair!
I'm not sure I get the meaning of this. The speaker wanders but always finds himself back home, yet resolves to leave, yet it seems like he's already been doing that. So is this saying he's doomed but unaware, or is he saying he's really, truly going to leave this time? The rhymes and rhythms all work well.
A person feeling like they are in exile in their own land or country. "Those dreary days/buried splinter-like inside my chest" is a stinging line of regret. And worst, and epiphany evaded... I feel this poem is reaching for a Dantean sort of irony with the inexorable feeling of its narrative, but something is missing to make it clear what the source of that irony is for the reader.