In retrospect, my poetry project was a harmless sideline that kept me benevolently out of her <http://www.nytimes.com/2015/03/01/style/bringing-a-daughter-back-from-the-brink-with-poems.html?rref=collection%2Fcolumn%2Fmodern-love&_r=0> way as she struggled not just to see the horizon but to march bravely toward it.
On Wednesday, March 11, 2015 at 4:00:49 AM UTC-4, Allan Heretic wrote: > > Poetry > Path way to soul > Inner being > > Words > Expressing thoughts > Path onward > > Time > Ever present > Marker > > > تجنب. القتل والاغتصاب واستعباد الآخرين > Avoid; murder, rape and enslavement of others > > -----Original Message----- > From: Hope Sunshine <[email protected]> > To: [email protected] > Sent: Wed, 11 Mar 2015 8:08 AM > Subject: Mind's Eye Re: Poem4 > > Beautiful and sad at the same time. Thanks for sharing it here with us > Molly on this grey morning. > > Am Mittwoch, 11. März 2015 00:41:44 UTC+1 schrieb Molly: >> >> Can I see another's woe, >> And not be in sorrow too? >> Can I see another's grief, >> And not seek for kind relief? >> >> Can I see a falling tear, >> And not feel my sorrow's share? >> Can a father see his child >> Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? >> >> Can a mother sit and hear >> An infant groan, an infant fear? >> No, no! never can it be! >> Never, never can it be! >> And can He who smiles on all >> Hear the wren with sorrows small, >> Hear the small bird's grief and care, >> Hear the woes that infants bear -- >> >> And not sit beside the next, >> Pouring pity in their breast, >> And not sit the cradle near, >> Weeping tear on infant's tear? >> >> And not sit both night and day, >> Wiping all our tears away? >> Oh no! never can it be! >> Never, never can it be! >> He doth give his joy to all: >> He becomes an infant small, >> He becomes a man of woe, >> He doth feel the sorrow too. >> >> Think not thou canst sigh a sigh, >> And thy Maker is not by: >> Think not thou canst weep a tear, >> And thy Maker is not near. >> >> Oh He gives to us his joy, >> That our grief He may destroy: >> Till our grief is fled an gone >> He doth sit by us and moan. >> >> - William Blake >> > -- > > --- > You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups > ""Minds Eye"" group. > To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an > email to [email protected]. > For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout. > -- --- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups ""Minds Eye"" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout.
