Posted in Authors, Great Quotes, Joy, Life, Poetry

The Test

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I can wade grief,
Whole pools of it,
I’m used to that.
But the least push of joy
Breaks up my feet,
And I tip – drunken.
Let no pebble smile,
‘T was the new liquor,
That was all!

Power is only pain,
Stranded, through discipline,
Till weights will hang.
Give balm to giants,
And they’ll wilt, like men.
Give Himmaleh, –
They ‘ll carry him!

Emily Dickinson, Poems: Series 2, Poem 9, The Test

A fairly helpful discussion/analysis can be found here:
http://www.gradesaver.com/emily-dickinsons-collected-poems/study-guide/summary-i-can-wade-grief-

Posted in Great Quotes, Life, Thought

Spring Has Sprung?

“April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.”
~ T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

“Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.”
~ Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

 

Posted in Authors, Great Quotes, Inspiration, Life, Thought

Being Irish


I think being a woman is like being Irish… Everyone says you’re important and nice, but you take second place all the time.
~ Iris Murdoch

Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy. ~ W.B. Yeats

I’m Irish!…When I feel well I feel better than anyone, when I am in pain I yell at the top of my lungs, and when I am dead I shall be deader than anybody.
~ Morgan Llywelyn

Posted in Grief, Inspiration, Journal, Life, Love

Healing Memories

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal.

But a blue butterfly waits upon my flowers and waits for me,
as if to say hello.
I have not forgotten you nor you i,
so in this moment linger…
for as long as you remember
i shall wait.
… First stanza from a headstone in Ireland
… Second stanza by Della Ewald