In lieu of the longer posts I typically write to accompany these videos, this one will be short in acknowledgment of the emotional and psychological toll the coronavirus continues to take on all of us.
Maybe we can take these words to heart for the future:
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
I hope so.
Mark,
This is my favorite poem. I have memorized it and used it in many of my writings and videos:
”Tell me not in mournful numbers that life is but an empty dream.”
”For the soul is dead that summers and things not what they seem.”
”Life is earnest. Life is real.”
”And the grave is not the goal..”
I read this at my mother’s eulogy five years ago and forgot only one line. I looked on my iPhone as everyone waited with bated breath.
Longfellow was once approached by a man who told him this poem prevented him from committing suicide. When I saw the title of the article, I knew. Thank you for this.💖
I meant ”slumbers” not summer.💖
Great minds think alike, Darlene. Thank you for your comments and for making my day by letting me know this poem is one of your favorites.
I have a feeling your Mom was quite the lady.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
Alas and alack my friend… some stirring good stuff for a Monday. Thank you, as always, for everything.
Thank you, Tom.
We have much to learn, my friend. At this point, we have to hope we can learn it in time.
I’m glad you’re here.
Thank you, Mark, this is beautiful.
Thank you, Lynn. Every once in a while I find something and wonder how I got through an education in English Literature without having seen it before. “A Psalm of Life” is another of those finds.
I’m so happy you enjoyed it.