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?
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
why is this famous? ? MAYBE it ain't. : ( or : )