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the ills i sorrow at
not me alone
like an arrow,
pierce to the marrow
through the fat
and past the bone

your giref and mine
must intertwine
like sea and river,
be fused and mingle
diverse yet single,
forever and forever.

let no mand be so proud
and confident
to think he is allowed
a little tent
pitched in a meadow
of sun and shadow
all his little own

joy may be shy, unique,
friendly to a few
sorrow never scorned to speak
to any who
were false or true

your evey grief
like a blade
shining and unsheathed
must strike me down
of bitter aloes wreathed,
my sorrow must be laid
on your head like a crown

2007-11-09 05:10:41 · 1 answers · asked by Sabrina M 1 in Arts & Humanities Poetry

1 answers

I think that the poem is saying that we must share grief and misfortune. When a burden or grief is shared it becomes lighter. Your grief is my grief and my grief is your grief. We all need each other. No person can live alone and expect only "sunshine" and no grief or misfortune. No one is an island. We are all connected.

2007-11-10 05:57:09 · answer #1 · answered by harveymac1336 6 · 0 0

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