Wednesday, November 9, 2016

MOURNING becomes MORNING

(The Last Verse First)
"Defenceless under the night Our world in stupor lies; Yet, dotted everywhere, Ironic points of light Flash out wherever the Just Exchange their messages: May I, composed like them Of Eros and of dust, Beleaguered by the same Negation and despair, Show an affirming flame."
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(Second-Read the Whole poem)
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/september-1-1939
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(Thirdly-Get Up and Keep On Keeping on)
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3 comments:

Marti said...

Down today, determined tomorrow...

Judy Martin said...

Your country will come out of this trough and learn from it. x

Mo Crow said...

soul on deck and shine