Sunday, November 20, 2011

Glory in the flower

What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

This is an excerpt from a very beautiful poem, Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth. I'm moved!!!!..no words!

5 comments:

gils said...

elaam ok...y the poem ipo???

lakshmi said...
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lakshmi said...

yaro ezhuthina poema suttu pota engalala ethuvum kalaika mudiyathu nrathu thaanae un idea..

K.Kiran said...

Kavitha,

Is everything ok ? I, rather I say We all doubt something is seriously wrong with you :-)

K.Kiran.

TheUncanny said...

@ gils

The new me! :P

@ lakshmi
for a non blogger, how the hell do u come to know, i have updated my blog...grrrrrrrrrr........

@ kiran

"In years that bring the philosophic mind" .... ;-)