“I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain. In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold: But that large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more. In Memoriam A.H.H. Section 5”
A profound and moving work of poetry, 'In Memoriam' delves into the depths of grief and the enduring impact of loss on the human spirit. more
“Someone once told me that we move when it becomes less painful than staying where we are".”
“If a tree’s strength is judged while it is still a seed, it is mistaken as weak.”
“Reality told us we would fail. But again and again, we fought. We perserved . We rose.”
“It’s incredible to reflect on how much knowledge and growth power is contained in seeds.”