Now I am compact

But now I am compact. Now I am gathered together this fine morning.


I still move. I still live.


I will not be afraid.


Let the silent army of the dead descend. I march forward.


I read one poem. On poem is enough.


Oh, Western wind. When will thou blow?


What is my destiny being?


I am just a single, passing being.


I said, “Consume me. Carry me to the furthest limit.”

From The Waves, Virginia Woolf