"There are confessable agonies, sufferings of which one can positively be proud. Of bereavement, of parting, of the sense of sin and the fear of death the poets have eloquently spoken. They command the world's sympathy. But there are also discreditable anguishes, no less excruciating than the others, but of which the sufferer dare not, cannot speak. The anguish of thwarted desire, for example."
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Always a sad song
There are tears, falling dew on wilting lilies, fog in mourners den, pity a tune none shall sing, inhumane laughter in deepness of pain, always a sad song played, always a sad song sang,
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