I
am yesterday.
I
am gone from you forever.
I
am the last of a long procession of days, streaming behind you,
away from you, pouring into mist and obscurity, and at last into
the ocean of oblivion.
I
depart from you, yet I am ever with you.
Once
I was called Tomorrow, and was virgin pure; then I became your
bride and was named Today; now I am Yesterday, and carry upon me
the eternal stain of your embrace.
I
am one of the leaves of a growing book. There are many pages
before me.
Some
day you will turn us all over, and read us, and know what you
are.
I
am rich, for I have wisdom.
I
bore you a child, and left him with you. His name is Experience.
I
am Yesterday; yet I am the same as Today and Forever; for I am
you; and you cannot escape from yourself.
Frank
Crane
