William Butler Yeats (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)
Poems by William Butler Yeats : 13 / 402
A Friend's Illness
SICKNESS brought me this
Thought, in that scale of his:
Why should I be dismayed
Though flame had burned the whole
World, as it were a coal,
Now I have seen it weighed
Against a soul?
William Butler Yeats
Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001
Read poems about / on: world, friend
Poems by William Butler Yeats : 13 / 402
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The suffering of a person one loves moves one more than the suffering of those not know to one personally.
A simple thought, beautifully expressed, but not necessarily true. Think of Miranda's line in Shakespeare's Tempest; 'How I suffered with those that I saw suffer.' It takes an exceptional person to feel that way.