Finding hope in hopelessness

“The Scream” by Edvard Munch

Hap

Thomas Hardy

If but some vengeful god would call to me

From up the sky, and laugh: “Thou suffering thing,

Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,

That thy love’s loss is my hate’s profiting!”

Then would I bear it, clench myself, and die,

Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited;

Half-eased in that a Powerfuller than I

Had willed and meted me the tears I shed.

But not so. How arrives it joy lies slain,

And why unblooms the best hope ever sown?

–Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain,

And dicing Time for gladness cast a moan….

These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown

Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.

Both of these works are gut-wrenching, but I need them for perspective.

God help us…

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