Emotions and Feelings

Something was dead in each of us, And what was dead was Hope.

Something was dead in each of us, And what was dead was Hope.

I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.

I have seen starry archipelagoes! and islands Whose raving skies are opened to the voyager: Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep, in exile, A million golden birds, O future Vigor? 9

My sad heart foams at the stern. 4

My sad heart foams at the stern. 4

Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone.

Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone.

I wish to leave the world By its natural door; In my tomb of green leaves They are to carry me to die. Do not put me in the dark To die like a traitor; I am good, and like a good thing I will die with my face to the sun.

Be it granted me to behold you again in dying, Hills of home!

The world is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.

The strangest things are there for me, Both things to eat and things to see, And many frightening sights abroad Till morning in the land of Nod.

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

An’ all us other children, when the supper things is done, We set around the kitchen fire an’ has the mostest fun A-list’nin’ to the witch-tales ’at Annie tells about, An’ the Gobble-uns ’at gits you Ef you Watch Out!

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud; Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.

What have you done, you there Weeping without cease, Tell me, yes you, what have you done With all your youth? 3

The long sobs Of the violins Of autumn Pierce my heart With monotonous languor. 1

There is weeping in my heart Like the rain falling on the city. 2

I am gall, I am heartburn.

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed.

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night.

Of now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!) my God.

Of now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!) my God.

No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief, More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.