Sherry Chandler » 2005 » February » 24
Can I see another’s woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another’s grief,
And not seek for kind relief?
Can I see a falling tear,
And not feel my sorrow’s share?
…
No, no! never can it be!
Never, never can it be!
…
–William Blake, from Songs of Innocence
For Judy, who looked into a deep, dark hole today.
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from Georgia Green Stamper’s column “Georgia: On My Mind,” Owenton News-Herald, February 23, 2005:
February in Kentucky is a tease. It winks, and silly me – I always fall for its unreliable, but seductive promises. Like Charlie Brown, who steps up to kick the proverbial football year after year, even though he knows Lucy will snatch it away, I rush out each year in February shouting, “it’s almost spring.”
And every year, February toys with me. It warms my back as I search for the tender evidence of new grass. It whispers sweet possibilities in my ear; how about a new flowerbed over there, maybe an arbor here – or roses? Why not give roses another chance this spring? It even fills my head with highfalutin theological notions about the annual renaissance of nature. But inevitably, February pulls a sucker punch, and laughs, “not quite yet, my friend.”
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