Poetry
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(35,999 posts)When, in disgrace with fortune and mens eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this mans art and that mans scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heavens gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Stargleamer
(2,230 posts)both speak wistfully of oases away from one's troubles where contentment can be found
Walleye
(35,999 posts)Stargleamer
(2,230 posts)we will need such respites to help us recuperate. Namaste and hope you will have them, Walleye.
MiHale
(10,837 posts)Waterguy
(278 posts)the whole story is humans and God
but what about the animals?
You could say, my dog I know.
But do I?
Your dog knows more about freedom.
Not that she's got anything easier, she just don't
in some ways.
She doesn't look at the birds like I do when we go for walks.
She's more about sniffing around for who the heck knows what.
Off the leash for a bit, she's everywhere
Ah, it's another dimension
In
The Peace of the Wild Things -
I feel the freedom of wanting to be wild /
Like a singer with a magnificent voice singing out
incredible words like they all came naturally
Or a mystic dance
where you float effortlessly
seemingly as the gravity of it all was lighter,
as though you were on the moon
but it was filled with incredible life
surrounding you
The poem made me feel alive
and very good