Theodore Stephanides
Mystery
The greatest Mystery of all is why
This world or Anything should be: the Earth,
The Ocean, and the star-begetting Sky —
Or just a lifeless stone! Whence was the birth
And why of this careering Universe,
The galaxies, the atoms in their swirl;
And life, primordial mother and the nurse
of Eros and the Muses? All this whirl,
This exaltation, this stupendous round,
Why whence, and to what end?...
The nighingale
Sings to the moon, and distant planets roll
To sweeter cadence: life and light and sound —
All born of what? Of what the ant... the whale...
The groping cell... the star... the stone... the soul?

(from "Worlds in a Crucible" 1973)

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