the same sun shines on sorrow
as greets the happy bride;
it will again, tomorrow —
to each, on every side —
we live on shade and difference,
and carve out words in stone:
each desperate to join a side,
so we won’t die
alone
the same sun shines on sorrow
as greets the happy bride;
it will again, tomorrow —
to each, on every side —
we live on shade and difference,
and carve out words in stone:
each desperate to join a side,
so we won’t die
alone
The first two lines give pause for a great deal of thought!