Joy
is a butterfly
Fluttering
low over the earth,
But
sorrow is a bird
With
big, strong, black wings.
They
lift you high above life
Flowing
below in sunlight and growth.
The
bird of sorrow flies high
To
where the angels of grief keep watch
Over
death's lair.
---Edith
Sodergran (1892-1923)
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