Sonnet II
TIME does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,—so with his memory they brim!
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
And so stand stricken, so remembering him!
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October 6, 2008 at 7:58 am
~W~
This is so sad and beautiful. It is no lie, time does bring relief, eventually. It just takes longer for some .
October 6, 2008 at 8:15 am
Bint-eh Adam
Salam Baraka x x x
I pray all is well with your friend
Love and Prayers from England
Time is a blessing my love.. it’s true.
October 11, 2008 at 11:18 am
Baraka
Salaams dears:
~W~: Time does for most – though I know people for whom the wound is still deep decades later – but this captures so well the feeling that it never will.
Bint-eh Adam: Alhamdolillah she is better – jazak Allah khair my friend!
Warmly,
Baraka
October 12, 2008 at 6:30 pm
Hajar Alwi
Assalamualaikum,
Certainly, for some it is a lie. No matter how long it takes, the relief never comes. Others rather choose not to embrace it.