To Aaron.
I sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel;
For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the soul within.
But, for the unquiet heart and brain,
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise,
Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold;
But that large grief which these enfold
Is given outline and no more.
-In Memoriam: Alfred Lord Tennyson
I missed you today. I don't think my family understands that I don't really want to talk about what happened anymore. I need some silent time to heal before I'll be able to simply dicuss it. I couldn't sleep, so I was looking through my grandmother's bookshelves, and I found an 1895 publication of In Memoriam by Alfred Lord Tennyson. I'd reccomend it for you guys to read. This copy is leather-bound (green) with gold embossed writing on the front and spine. It smells like old book. I love it. It's a really good read. Really.
Love ya, man. Wish you were here.
To put in words the grief I feel;
For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the soul within.
But, for the unquiet heart and brain,
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise,
Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold;
But that large grief which these enfold
Is given outline and no more.
-In Memoriam: Alfred Lord Tennyson
I missed you today. I don't think my family understands that I don't really want to talk about what happened anymore. I need some silent time to heal before I'll be able to simply dicuss it. I couldn't sleep, so I was looking through my grandmother's bookshelves, and I found an 1895 publication of In Memoriam by Alfred Lord Tennyson. I'd reccomend it for you guys to read. This copy is leather-bound (green) with gold embossed writing on the front and spine. It smells like old book. I love it. It's a really good read. Really.
Love ya, man. Wish you were here.