Folding in to tears

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I’m feeling it necessary to fold into myself, and be less on the blog… I am actually requested by a dear friend to provide poems for his latest book.

A working poet: how do I be that?

But at any rate: the topic is tears. This is not because I am sad. I’m not. I’m actually quite cheerful now. However, that is the requested topic.

So, I request of you: thoughts, links, pictures, songs… Anything on the subject of tears. Help the inspiration along.

8 thoughts on “Folding in to tears”

  1. BIRDSONG
    (Child’s poem from Terizenstadt concentration camp 1943)
    Unknown author

    “He doesn’t know the world at all
    Who stays in his nest and doesn’t go out.
    He doesn’t know what birds know best
    Nor what I want to sing about,
    That the world is full of loveliness.

    When dewdrops sparkle in the grass
    And earth’s aflood with morning light,
    A blackbird sings upon a bush
    To the greet the dawning after night.
    Then I know how fine it is to live.

    Hey, try to open up your heart to beauty,
    Go to the woods someday
    And weave a wreath of memory there.
    Then if the tears obscure your way
    You’ll know how wonderful it is to be alive.”

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