This is one of the countless poems about grieving and loss that Emily has written. Its one of my favorites of hers and gives words to my heart. I think one of the reasons I have loved this cultural grieving class is that I'm a rather emo person by nature. When I tried to recall my first loss it felt exactly as the first stanza of this poem describes. I've always felt this strange sadness, it wasn't depression, but was more a general sense of sorrow for myself and the people of our world. Of course i wouldn't have used those words, I didn't really know this was how I thought until recently, but its been there. I've always been searching for the Kingdom of God, as I would argue we all are in our own ways, and I find myself closest to it, to JOY, when I am sorrowing... its the upside down gospel! (thanks,bob). Like I said before, this idea infuses all of life with meaning and beauty for me. The kingdom of God has found me! Gah! I could talk about this for the rest of my life and probably will.
A loss of something ever felt I—
The first that I could recollect
Bereft I was—of what I knew not
Too young that any should suspect
A Mourner walked among the children
I notwithstanding went about
As one bemoaning a Dominion
Itself the only Prince cast out—
Elder, Today, a session wiser
And fainter, too, as Wiseness is—
I find myself still softly searching
For my Delinguent Palaces—
And a Suspicion, like a Finger
Touches my Forehead now and then
That I am looking oppositely
For the site of the Kingdom of Heaven—
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