After passing past that Castle of Ego,
Laying siege on the very borders of Mind,
We entered the vast and bristling forests,
Of that strange, strange land, that Id,
Which doth divide the knowing, waking,
From the land of dreaming, unknowing.
But this way is much too hard to follow;
And is harder even to describe to you:
We are more likely here to perish,
Here in these vast, dense hinterlands;
For these woods that we see arrayed,
Has never previously been crossed,
By mortal men or by Gods before,
Except by the Duke, on his missions,
To plunder and to subjugate.
He had sliced a path so wide and true,
For himself and his army vast,
Marking along the trees as he trode,
Deeper and deeper into these woods,
Holding fast to his own marks,
And to the crude compasses of his day,
Wary of the beasts and birds,
And of dark shadows of the serpents,
And the importunities of bugs and bites.
Vexed he was by silence and dark,
But angered more by lonely shrieks.
So we move on in this path of old;
Those old trees that the Duke had marked,
Now but marshy ground to mire our carts,
When will we cross these woods so dark,
And reach the sparkle at the other end?
That river which we truly seek,
That drowned the Duke and freed the Mind,
That river so cool, called Sanity.
This poem was Inspired By:
- Recommended Reads: Heart of Darkness (thereaderonline.co.uk)
- The Heart of Darkness (exowords.wordpress.com)
- Heart of Darkness: Thank god this book is finished (kadenacm.wordpress.com)
- Heart of Darkness (shelbyross.wordpress.com)
- Blogging Heart of Darkness: Conrad’s Purpose (helenablogging.wordpress.com)
- The Obscurity of Darkness (joshpie.wordpress.com)
- My Thoughts on Heart of Darkness (lindsayorr.wordpress.com)
- Poetry: Dark Woods (ringingtrue.net)