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"Grief" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless;
That only men incredulous of despair,
Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air
Beat upward to God's throne in loud access
Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness
In souls, as in countries, lieth silent bare
Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare
Of the absolute heavens. Deep-hearted man express
Grief for the dead in silence like to death;
Most like a monumental statue set
In everlasting watch and moveless woe
Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.
Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet-
If it could weep, it could arise and go.
"Deep-hearted man, express
Grief for the dead in silence like to death;"
Jesus, I read and I think, "How in the world did this human being create this??" It's an absolute beauty of a poem; and it's true.
"Grief" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless;
That only men incredulous of despair,
Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air
Beat upward to God's throne in loud access
Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness
In souls, as in countries, lieth silent bare
Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare
Of the absolute heavens. Deep-hearted man express
Grief for the dead in silence like to death;
Most like a monumental statue set
In everlasting watch and moveless woe
Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.
Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet-
If it could weep, it could arise and go.
"Deep-hearted man, express
Grief for the dead in silence like to death;"
Jesus, I read and I think, "How in the world did this human being create this??" It's an absolute beauty of a poem; and it's true.