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justinesaracen's Avatar Jump to comment 1 by justinesaracen

Reading this caused one of my favorite Edna St. Vincent Millay poems to flash into my head.

Man alive, that mournst thy lot, // Desiring what thou hast not got, // Money, beauty, love what not;

Deeming it blesseder to be // A rotted man than live to see // So rude a sky as covers thee;

Deeming thyself of all unblest, // Of wretched souls the wretchedest, // Longing to die and be at rest;

Know, that however grim the fate // Which sent thee forth to meditate // Upon my enviable state,

Hier lieth one who would resign // Gladly his lot, to shoulder thine. // Give me thy coat; get thee into mine.

(sorry I can't seem to type this in poetry format).

Fri, 20 Apr 2012 18:51:00 UTC | #936091