I can feel that I'm about to begin writing poetry again. I've been reading old stuff and posting (gasp!) that old stuff (old being 13 YEARS ago) on goodreads.com. Oh, I was so lost then, but so sure and confindent in being lost...but I digress.
Anyway, I've been reading some good ol' stuff that isn't mine as well and so I'm going to share:
Consolation by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
All are not taken; there are left behind
Living Beloveds, tender looks to bring
And make the daylight still a happy thing,
And tender voices, to make soft the wind:
But if it were not so--if I could find
No love in all the world for comforting,
Nor any path but hollowly did ring
Where 'dust to dust' the love from life disjoined,
And if, before those sepulchres unmoving
I stood alone, (as some forsaken lamb)
Goes bleating up the moors in weary dearth,)
Crying 'Where are ye, O my loved and loving?'
I know a Voice would sound, 'Daughter, I AM.
Can I suffice for HEAVEN and not for earth?'
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Well, I just saw your haircut post and wanted to let you know it looks fabulous! I love it! Very flattering to your face. Awesome poetry too.
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