July 19, 2007

• WHEN MY SORROW WAS BORN
  
  
  When my sorrow was born I nursed it with care, and watched over it with loving tenderness.
  And my Sorrow grew like all living things, strong and beautiful and full of wondrous delights.
  And we loved one another, my Sorrow and I, and we loved the world about us; for Sorrow had a kindly heart and mine was kindly with Sorrow.
  Amd when we conversed, my Sorrow and I, our days were winged and our nights were girdled with dreams; for Sorrow had an eloquent tongue, and mine was eloquent with Sorrow.
  And when we sang together, my Sorrow and I, our neghbors sat at their windows and listenend; for our songs were deep as the sea and our melodies were full of strange memories.
  And when we walked together, my Sorrow and I, people gazed at us with gentle eyes and whispered in words of exceeding sweetness. And there were those who looked with envy upon us, for Sorrow was a noble thing and I was proud with Sorrow.
  But my Sorrow died, like all living things, and alone I am left to muse and ponder.
  And now when I speak my words fall heavily upon my ears.
  And when I sing my songs my neighbours come not to listen.
  And when I walk the streets no one looks at me.
  Only in my sleep I hear voices saying in pity, "See, there lies the man whose Sorrow is dead."

  
  

   

  
  

  K.Gibran
  

  
  

  
  

   

  
  

  PS==for you Claudia...with all my love...try to sleep now...

  
  

  sleep tight poetess!!I'll be next to you humming the promised lullaby...

  
  

   

  
  

  .....if a stone can't give you flowers...do you blame the stone...or your high expectations related

  
  

  to the stone?

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

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