I AM the mother and the daughter On Wednesday, March 11, 2015 at 7:50:32 PM UTC-4, Molly wrote: > > 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. >> >
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