Artistically, I suppose it’s a little trite. But it’s been one of my favorite poems for as long as I can remember. Probably because I like how he used the word “fain.” Stuff like that has staying power.
But for today, as my cheeks are stained from mascara cried off, I find the theme one of calm that I can use right now. Perhaps you had a spot of argument with your spouse who you adore with ferocity but are less than terrific at showing it, and maybe you cried, and maybe the banal can be beneficial for you too . . .
Henry Van Dyke's
If All The Skies
If all the skies were sunshine,
Our faces would be fain
To feel once more upon them
The cooling splash of rain.
If all the world were music,
Our hearts would often long
For one sweet strain of silence,
To break the endless song.
If life were always merry,
Our souls would seek relief,
And rest from weary laughter
In the quiet arms of grief.
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Hi. I'm rabidrunner and I've been enjoying your blog for a bit. My husband was injured seriously in a ski accident a couple of days ago. I've been in the hospital with him (hospitals have wighfigh now... isn't that great!?) reading and crying then reading again. I came across this post of yours and found it so inspiring. Thank you.
Megan, I love this poem...fain, my life would be without poetry. Did I use it correctly?
Oh. Wouldn't you know. You had to send me an e-mail about this here post, and my there comment. And of course I had to find it again, to see what exactly was said in that comment.
Holy smokes I love you. Holy smokes. If were ever to get married, and we found us some donor sperms, and we had our own kids, we could direct them them right here and say,
"Kids. This is where it all started."
(No seriously. I'm a bit choked up right now. Because I remember thinking how ridiculously cheesy it would be to leave that comment. Boy am I glad I did! If I didn't, then of course, I know the fates would have brought us together somehow and some other where, but this is magic, I tell ya. Magic.)
Eight years later... it's still Magic. I wish I could drive over and hug you now. We could cry on your couch or something. Right now I'm just crying alone... wishing there was something I could do.
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