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[gwynraven]

There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings; alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.

[edit: this is not by me. It's part of "The Two Trees" by W. B. Yeats]

Comments

[whitecrow0]

I love this. I am favoriting it. I never favorite anything ever.

[gwynraven]

Ah, well, I should have made it more clear in my post . . . I can't take credit for it. It's part of "The Two Trees" by W. B. Yeats. You should read the whole poem - you'd like it. I posted it mostly because it accurately describes my mood lately - not the 'you' of the poem, but more like one of the ravens :)

[lepusdomesticus]

This is my all-time favorite poem (and one of the few I can recite). Although, I find it reassuring rather than depressing...

[gwynraven]

Most of the time I do as well, but right now, I feel more like the ravens, and less like either of the humans in the poem.