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Why do you fill my sorrow with the words you've borrowed?

Posted - December 4, 2016

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  • 46117
    because I think of only now and never about tomorrow
      December 5, 2016 12:15 AM MST
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  • 17261
    And why do you sing Hallelujah
    If it means nothing to you
    Why do you sing with me at all?

      December 5, 2016 1:32 AM MST
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  • This sounds like one of those deep and meaningful questions ... so, in the spirit of things I'll fall back on Kahil Ghibran ..

     Remember. .
    The well that contains the tears of your sorrow
    Also contains the tears of your joy ....


    ... Can I go back to being me now?
      December 5, 2016 1:59 AM MST
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  • Because I feel inadequate to meet your sorrow with the honour it deserves.
    Only the great poets can do that.
      December 5, 2016 5:25 AM MST
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  • A great poet is one that speaks from the heart honestly and with a discerning eye ... You're not inadequate :)
      December 5, 2016 5:30 AM MST
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  • Thanks for your kind words, Ozgirl.
    To share empathy with sorrow is not always easy, especially if one does not know the cause or source of the sorrow.
    It could be a child or a parent that has died only recently, or an old grief from a lost relationship, a disappointed expectation or the result of a mishap. So without the appropriate knowledge, I feel inadequate.
    But the great poets speak to the perennial in the human heart.

    This one by W. H. Auden...

    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
    Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
    Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
    Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

    Let aeroplanes circle mourning overhead
    Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
    Put the crepe bows on the white necks of the public doves,
    Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

    He was my North, my South, my East and West,
    My working week and my Sunday rest,
    My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
    I thought my love would last forever: I was wrong.

    The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
    Pick up the moon and dismantle the sun;
    Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
    For nothing now can ever come to any good.
    ~ ~ ~

    I can't read it without tears.
    In it, I feel the grief of all lost loves.
      December 5, 2016 5:24 PM MST
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  • I've anyways loved that poem .. but as I've quoted here before, from Kahil Ghriban ..
    Remember, the self same well that contains the tears of your sorrows
    Also contains the tears of your joy This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at December 6, 2016 1:14 PM MST
      December 5, 2016 5:48 PM MST
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  • I love Kahlil Gibran too. Am just now contemplating parts of his "The Prophet" with a friend.
    When I listen to your words - you seem to me like an old soul, one who has already learned love's lessons.
      December 6, 2016 1:16 PM MST
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