Heart Complex

A poem that inspires us to face the difficulties of life. William Ernest Henley lost his father when he was barely a teenager. He suffered from arthritis, and had to get one of his legs amputated (Thanks to Joseph Lister, his other leg was saved miraculously!). These sufferings at such a young age, gave material to his poems. Invictus is one masterpiece that is worth reading again and again when life lets us down.     Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul                     In the fell clutch of circumstance                     I have not winced nor cried aloud.                     Under the bludgeonings of chance                     My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid.                     It matters not how strait the gate,             

T o start with! Here is one of my favorite poems by Aleksandr Pushkin. A poem written almost 200 hundred years ago, but yet resonates in this age with such tenderness! To... I just recall this wondrous instant: You have arrived before my face -- A vision, fleeting in a distance, A spirit of the pure grace. In pine of sorrow unfair, In worldly harassment and noise I dreamed of your beloved air And heard your quiet, gentle voice. Years passed. The tempests' rebel senders Have scattered this delightful dream, And I forgot this sound tender And how heavenly you seemed. In gloomy dark of isolation, My days were gradually moved, Without faith and inspiration, Without tears, life, and love. My soul awoke with decision: And you again came as a blest, Like an enchanting fleeting vision, A spirit of the pure grace. My heart beats on in resurrection -- It has again for what to strive: Divinity and inspiration, Life, tears, and eternal love. -- Aleksandr Pushk

W ell, I am back! Like a bolt from the blue. At this hour on this random, uneventful day, I am back. Remembrance of the past is still with me. Sometimes it weighs my heart. But other times it lifts me up too. And with all that childish ramblings, I am back. How long I would stay, I don't know. But for now, I am back. :)