Tears Poem by Lizette Woodworth Reese


Rating: 3.1

When I consider Life and its few years --
A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun;
A call to battle, and the battle done
Ere the last echo dies within our ears;
A rose choked in the grass; an hour of fears;
The gusts that past a darkening shore do beat;
The burst of music down an unlistening street, --
I wonder at the idleness of tears.
Ye old, old dead, and ye of yesternight,
Chieftains, and bards, and keepers of the sheep,
By every cup of sorrow that you had,
Loose me from tears, and make me see aright
How each hath back what once he stayed to weep:
Homer his sight, David his little lad!

Babatunde Aremu 17 January 2014

Great write! I like it

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 17 January 2015

Sooo..beautiful - A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun; thank u

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* Sunprincess * 30 May 2014

..........truly these are two of the greatest gifts from God....enjoyed..

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Brian Jani 19 May 2014

I like this obey keep it up hey Liz! ! !

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Colleen Courtney 19 May 2014

A nice poem on the musings of a life to the poet.

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Karen Sinclair 17 January 2014

Beautiful. Just honest retrospect. Love it.

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