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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416240" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Strict Joy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To-day i felt as poor O’Brien did<br>When, turning from all else that was not his,<br>He took himself to that which was his own<br>— He took him to his verse — for other all he had not,<br>And (tho’ man will crave and seek)<br>Another all than this he did not need</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, pen in hand he tried to tell the whole tale of his woe<br>In rhyming; lodge the full weight of his grief in versing: and so did:<br>Then — when his poem had been conned and cared,<br>And all put in that should not be left out — did he not find and with astonishment,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That grief had been translated, or was come<br>Other and better than it first looked to be:<br>And that this happened, because all things transfer<br>From what they seem to what they truly are<br>When they are innocently brooded on<br>— And, so, The poet makes grief beautiful.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Behold me now, with my back to the wall,<br>Playing music to empty pockets!”<br>So, Raferty, tuning a blind mans plight,<br>Could sing the cark of misery away:<br>And know, in blindness and in poverty,<br>That woe was not of him, nor kind to him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Egan Rahilly begins a verse —<br>“My heart is broken, and my mind is sad …”<br>‘Twas surely true when he began his song,<br>And was less true when he had finished it:<br>— Be sure, his heart was buoyant, and his grief<br>Drummed and trumpeted as grief was sung!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, as he meditated misery<br>And cared it into song — Strict Care, Strict Joy!<br>Caring for grief he cared his grief away:<br>And those sad songs, tho’ woe be all the theme,<br>Do not make us grieve who read them now —<br>Because the poet makes grief beautiful.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I, myself, conning a lonely heart<br>— Full lonely ’twas, and ’tis as lonely now<br>Turned me, by proper, to my natural,<br>And, now too long her vagrant, wooed my muse:<br>Then to her — let us look more close to these,<br>And, seeing, know; and, knowing, be at ease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seeing the sky o’ercast, and that the rain had<br>Plashed the window, and would plash again:<br>Seeing the summer lost, and the winter nigh:<br>Seeing inapt, and sad, and fallen from good:<br>Seeing how will was weak, and wish o’erbearing:<br>Seeing inconstant, seeing timidity:<br>Seeing too small, too poor in this and yon:<br>Seeing life, daily, grow more difficult:<br>Seeing all that moves away — moving away<br>… And that all seeing is a blind-mans treat,<br>And that all getting is a beggars dole,<br>And that all having is bankruptcy …</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All these, sad all! I told to my good friend,<br>Told Raferty, O’Brien, Rahilly,<br>Told rain, and frosted blossom, and the summer gone,<br>Told poets dead, and captains dead, and kings!<br>— And we cared naught that these were mournful things,<br>For, caring them, we made them beautiful.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Stephens">James Stephens</a><div class=q>
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When, turning from all else that was not his,
He took himself to that which was his own
— He took him to his verse — for other all he had not,
And (tho’ man will crave and seek)
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