Saturday, September 6, 2014

...On Feeling a Feeling

…the value given to the testimony of any feeling must depend on our whole philosophy, not our whole philosophy on a feeling.

I feel for you more than pen will allow
To proportion into word
And foolish-like sometimes, somehow
I forget that eons heard
The song of it long, long before
I was stirred by its melody
Darling, the more I hear of it
The more it vexes me
For I feel in its very bearing
All it can never become
And even as I’m wearing
Its ‘welcome home-sweet-home’
I feel an hour stealing
Its very breath from me
Yet, all I have is feeling
A stranger’s sympathy

© Janet Martin

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