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originally posted by: ladyinwaiting
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)
Spring and Fall:
to a Young Child
Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What héart héard of, ghóst guéssed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
originally posted by: TNMockingbird
a reply to: IAMTAT
There's also one, I can't remember all of the lines by Chief Tecumseh.
I have to google when I get a minute...
Goes something like:
Love life. Perfect it.
Find the beauty in your life.
If you can find no reason to give thanks, the fault lies with you.
It was really a speech rather than a poem.
Abuse no one and nothing.
Anyway, I remembered it and thought of it often...what I could remember LOL
So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion;respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.
When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.
You dropped me to my knees,
Played havoc with my mind.
You burnt my soul, left huge holes,
and then left me there to die.
You crushed me, held me down,
Why could I have no dreams?
I was to keep my feet on the ground,
While you soared high it seems.
And I left, went far away
Where you could never reach.
But in my mind, your voice still plays,
And I just can't forget those days.
The lessons that you taught to me.
Those words will forever be,
Imprinted in my memory.
I guess I'll never really be free....
I only wanted to dance..