Monday, May 15, 2006

 

A Thorn Forever in the Breast


A hungry cancer will not let him rest
Whose heart is loyal to the least of dreams;
There is a thorn forever in his breast
Who cannot take his world for what it seems;
Aloof and lonely must he ever walk,
Plying a strange and unaccustomed tongue,
An alien to the daily round of talk,
Mute when the sordid songs of earth are sung.


This is the certain end his dream achieves:
He sweats his blood and prayers while others sleep,
And shoulders his own coffin up a steep
Immortal mountain, there to meet his doom
Between two wretched dying men, for whom
One doubts, and one for pity's sake believes.

Countee Cullen (1903-1946)


Comments:
I tagged you.. yalla answer bsor3a:)
http://ma3nafsi.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_17.html
 
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