Saturday, December 16, 2006



At Pratie Place, Melinama writes about Seasonal Affective Disorder. Thomas Hardy wrote a series of poems entitled De Profundis (meaning "from the depths"). The first poem of the series unflinchingly describes deep sadness, and it is probably no accident that the first line of each stanza refers to some aspect of the winter season.

Thomas Hardy, De Profundis, I:
"Percussus sum sicut foenum, et aruit cor meum."
- Ps. ci

  Wintertime nighs;
But my bereavement-pain
It cannot bring again:
  Twice no one dies.

  Flower-petals flee;
But, since it once hath been,
No more that severing scene
  Can harrow me.

  Birds faint in dread:
I shall not lose old strength
In the lone frost's black length:
  Strength long since fled!

  Leaves freeze to dun;
But friends can not turn cold
This season as of old
  For him with none.

  Tempests may scath;
But love can not make smart
Again this year his heart
  Who no heart hath.

  Black is night's cope;
But death will not appal
One who, past doubtings all,
  Waits in unhope.

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