In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.
Robert Graves.
One of my favourite poems. I saw it on one of the 'Poems on the Underground' posters, and it got me thinking about love. It got me thinking about my current relationship, and about whether it is right. My instincts are telling me something, and to be brutally honest, if I have learnt anything in my life it's that my instincts always turn out to be right. Which is depressing, in this case. But maybe I'm wrong? I feel tired, I suppose.
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I actually just heard of this poem for the first time as I saw in on the tube. It’s a beautiful poem.
I noticed your short comment about how the poem made you ponder your current relationship. If I may suggest, even if it did turn out to be right, do you have to look at it as depressing? Just the fact that you are open to the possibility of it not being what you’re looking for does not have to be a bad thing, I think. And in the end you might decide that it is what you’re looking for, but I just think such questioning is healthy as opposed to just blindly or automatically being in some type of relationship and due to a fear of change or of losing security and stability not truly examining your feelings on the situation, your feelings on the person.
I don’t know… just some random thoughts I figure I’d throw out there.
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