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Like Tennyson

Like Tennyson

by Alina Gregorian on April 17, 2010


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.

– Alfred Lord Tennyson
from “In Memoriam A.H.H.”

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ZP April 17, 2010 at 1:48 pm

I love this and I love Alina Gregorian

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