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Something from the past
To D.A.1999 - A heart in Serbia
Why should I be moved by verse you send to me?
For aren't you just another soul, my friend,
Another soul among so many here?
So many tragic tales compete to rend
The fabric hearts are made of, and to sear
Emotions, rack compassion, and unmend
Calm minds that only calmness wish to hear.
I'll tell you what your lines have let me see.
I see in you a heart that's suffered grief ;
I see in you a void in which hope weeps,
While yet believing that she'll find relief.
I see the fount of love that good faith keeps.
I also see a kinder world which lies
(Beyond your tears and hopes) where nothing dies.
And what is it to me if your heart aches?
Must I become involved in your unrest?
The icy blast of winter often takes
The lives of fairest flowers, yet is blessed
Because it's best for nature as a whole.
And don't the gods (who from their lofty plane,
Cast eyes devoid of pity on us all)
Disdain to interfere with human pain?
But I can never be so much as cool
Towards you suffering soul ; and never could
Ignore your tears or from Olympus rule.
I can but speak my sentiment for good :
Your love, sweet love, incurs a hurt for thee -
Give me your hurt if that your heart would free.
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