Wednesday, October 22, 2008

My Before Self Comforts My Now Self

I found this quote written in a notebook I kept way back when--the "Belmont days," actually--when I didn't know anything at all about grief:

Grief fills up the room of my absent child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.

Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
--William Shakespeare, from King John, Act III, scene iv

1 comment:

betsy said...

maybe your head didn't know about grief, but obviously your heart did...

Eventually our "oh so smart" left brain catches up with what our "intelligent in its own way" right brain knows in its knower.