Friday, 23 March 2012

Poetry

Zo mooi en een waarheid als een koe:


Solitude

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.


Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.


Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

4 comments:

klaproos said...

prachtig kati,
uitprinten en boven je bed hangen:-)

Daan (Dan) said...

beautiful indeed...
something to think about...
thnx, my dear!

Christiaan Hupkes said...

Prachtig

Kati said...

inderdaad een idee Klaproos! :)

Daan, kwam het tegen op Poemhunter en was meteen verkocht!

Chris, :)