| Alice Elliot ( @ 2008-05-26 06:04:00 |
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Yes to the Earth
[Private]
I was so busy making sure Mitch was alright that I seem to have missed a lot of the recent events...! I need to keep a better eye on things, I think. Also, i'm confused...
Something horrid happened to a Mr. Ryuzaki, though I know not what exactly. A man in Niflheim harmed him, it seems? I'm glad he received help - Miss Blythe is a wonderful, knowledgeable woman. She and I heal people in different ways, yes, but I think her way is wonderful. She's a great person to share a room with, too!
Mr. Sunderland...ah...Frank...oh, I don't know what to call people anymore sometimes. Most people here use very familiar ways of speaking, but i'm still afraid of coming across as rude even if I do the same! And I've forgotten who wants me to use their first names and who prefer the second. I'm going to make mistakes, and I don't want that.
But I got off track. Mr. Sunderland is a very kind man - he worries a lot about others. Mr. Graham is a very kind person too...he told me a lot about the way things have changed on Earth. It's all very fascinating. There's so many wonderful people in Asgard. Will I get to know many of them? Will I get to befriend any of them well? I hope to. I've...really missed being close to others. After I died, I could only watch, hope and pray.
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It may seem strange to share a poem, but I want to copy it down into this book (is it strange? Others mention computers, but I write into a...well.) I want to be able to look at it, read it again, and think about it. It's not a classical, very famous poem as far as I am aware...
But I stumbled upon it while reading in the library.
I'm sure that...it might speak to more people than just me. Perhaps in different ways. If it makes you feel a certain way, or think of things...please, share if you like. Does anyone else here enjoy poetry...?
Yes to the Earth
So radiant in certain mornings' light
With its roses and its cypress trees
Is Earth, or with its grain and olives;
So suddenly it is radiant on the soul,
Which stands then alone and forgetful
Though just a moment earlier the soul
Wept bloody tears or dwelt in bitterness;
So radiant in certain mornings' light
Is Earth, and in its silence so expressive,
This wondrous lump rolling in its skies;
Beautiful, tragic in solitude, yet smiling,
That the soul, unasked, replies,
"Yes," replies, "Yes" to the Earth,
To the indifferent Earth, "Yes!,"
Even though next instant skies
Should darken, roses too, and cypresses,
Or the effort of life grow heavier still,
The act of breathing even more heroic,
"Yes," replies the battered soul to Earth,
So radiant in the light of certain mornings,
Beautiful above all things, and human hope.
- Sibilla Aleramo.
[ooc: I also just want to add that any perceived spelling errors in the poem are not mine, I quoted the poem as is from a book and out of respect kept things as they are.
Also, I figured some characters could use an inspirational poem? XD]