116: The Sorrow of True Love by Edward Thomas


The sorrow of true love is a great sorrow

And true love parting blackens a bright morrow:

Yet almost they equal joys, since their despair

Is but hope blinded by its tears, and clear

Above the storm the heavens wait to be seen.

But greater sorrow from less love has been

That can mistake lack of despair for hope

And knows not tempest and the perfect scope

Of summer, but a frozen drizzle perpetual

Of drops that from remorse and pity fall

And cannot ever shine in the sun or thaw,

Removed eternally from the sun’s law.

 

This poem can be found in the volume, Edward Thomas: The Annotated Collected Poems.

Think about how the poem made you feel. Have love and sorrow held equal weighting in your life to date? For those of you who have lost loves, was it better than to have never loved at all?

May you live out another beautiful poem in the collection of your life today, and we’ll see you again tomorrow.

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