This has been a tough week, so I’m just going to leave this poem here. I’m reading it once for every friend or family member of mine currently going through hard times, and it will be a comfort to know so many more eyes will see it. Hopefully, it will bring some small comfort to others who need it as well.
Untitled
When I’m alone’ – the words tripped off his tongue
As though to be alone were nothing strange.
‘When I was young,’ he said; ‘when I was young . . .’
I thought of age, and loneliness, and change.
I thought how strange we grow when we’re alone,
And how unlike the selves that meet, and talk,
And blow the candles out, and say good-night.
Alone . . . The word is life endured and known.
It is the stillness where our spirits walk
And all but inmost faith is overthrown.
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I hope that the upcoming days are much better than the past:)
Thanks! I hope we’re turning a corner, and I’m trying to be patient when it feels like two steps back for every one forward!
Wow. Beautiful words, thanks for sharing. Hold on to that “inmost faith”!
Thank you! I’m trying. This poem is such a good reminder for me. I’m glad you enjoyed it too.
This is really good and very touching.
I’m glad you liked it!
Fantastic words!
Thanks! He’s a gifted poet and I enjoy sharing his work with others.
I came upon this poem many years ago and it stayed with me. Sassoon wrote it after a World War I. I like that it is untitled. Endurance, compassion, release, acceptance and humanity. Brave soul.