Reflected In The Dragonfly's Eye

Pentangle: Reflection

And as I sat there brooding
on the old, unknown world,
I thought of Gatsby’s wonder
when he first picked out
the green light at the end
of Daisy’s dock. He had come
a long way to this blue lawn,
and his dream must have seemed
so close that he could
hardly fail to grasp it.
He did not know that
it was already behind him,
somewhere back in that
vast obscurity beyond the city,
where the dark fields
of the republic
rolled on under the night.
Gatsby believed in
the green light,
the orgiastic future that
year by year recedes before us.
It eluded us then, but that's no matter--
tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . .
And one fine morning--
So we beat on, boats against the current,
borne back ceaselessly into the past.

--F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Great Gatsby

Maurice Ravel: Miroirs

Reflected
in the dragonfly's eye --
mountains.
--Kobayashi Issa