But what does it matter what reality is outside myself, so long as it has helped me to live, to feel that I am, and what I am?
But what does it matter what reality is outside myself, so long as it has helped me to live, to feel that I am, and what I am?
“When I, poor Lais, with my crown
Of beauty could laugh Hellas down,
Young lovers crowded at my door,
Where no my lovers come no more.
So, Goddess, you will not refuse
A mirror that has now no use;
For what I was I cannot be,
And what I am I will not see.”
Edwin Arlington Robinson | “Lais to Aphrodite,” after the Greek of Plato