November 3, 2003

Sorrow

Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
beats upon my heart.
People twist and scream in pain,
Dawn will find them still again;
This has neither wax nor wane,
Neither stop nor start.

People dress and go to town;
I sit in my chair.
All my thoughts are slow and brown:
Standing up or sitting down
Little matters, or what gown
Or what shoes I wear.

-Edna St. Vincent Millay

Happy Birthday Bassim!

The sorrow continues to beat
upon my heart as I remember
your 53rd birthday, never for a
moment realizing it would be the
last one...