Unconquerable Souls

ByJasminka

 

 
From: Courage

 

 

 
If you faced the death of bombs and bullets
you did not do it with a banner,
you did it with only a hat to
cover your heart.
You did not fondle the weakness inside you
though it was there.
Your courage was a small coal
That you kept swallowing.
If your buddy saved you
And died himself in so doing,
Then his courage was not courage,
It was love, love as simple as shaving soap.
 
Anne Sexton
 
 
 
Sonnet 30
 
 

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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes wail my dear time’s waste.
Then can I drown an eye, unus’d to flow,
For precious friends his in death’s dateless night,
And weep afresh love’s long since cancell’d woe,
And moan th’expenxe of many a vanish’d sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
 
But if the while I think of thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor’d, and sorrows end.
 
William Shakespeare
 
 
 
 

From: Letters to a Young Poet

 
 
How should we be able to forget those ancient myths that are at the beginning of all peoples, the myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.
 
So you must not be frightened,  if a sadness rises up before you larger than any you have ever seen; if a restiveness, like light and cloud-shadows, passes over your hands and over all you do. You must think that something is happening with you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand. It will not let you fall.
 
Rainer Maria Rilke
 
 
From: Little Brother
 
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Brother, you were born too late;
Human life is but a breath.
Men delve deep, where darkly wait
Sinister the seeds of death,
There’s no moment to delay;
Sorrowing the stars are blind.
Little brother, how I pray
You may sanctuary find.
 
Robert William Service

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