“O Sorrow, wilt thou live with me
No casual mistress, but a wife.”

– Alfred Tennyson (1809 – 1892)
British poet


“So many different places
A million smiling faces
Life is so incredible to me
Especially to be near you
And how it is to touch you
Paradise is made for you and me
Sometimes I feel like a sad song
Like I’m all alone without you.”

– fr. lyrics of Like a Sad Song, John Denver


(Primarily, we covet that Sorrow be extinct
like the prehistoric dinosaur; dead and gone,
vanished, never to return to perturb us again.
Yet, our primal selves or primeval minds
remain prime hosts to this primordial animal,
ever haunting us in our primitive state.)

ebony crow from where have you come?
tracking my footsteps and flying so calm
creature so strange, of so black a plume
ever beside me, in my hour of gloom.

take my Sorrow then leave me alone
erase my sadness and let me atone
recall I do not, why you have come
ah, she sent you to see how sad I am.

– restlessness
is between
silliness and giddiness.

(c) 2005 Chito L. Aguilar


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