Normalcy. At Least.

This has got to be one of the best poems in the world. It's written by Emily Dickinson. Generally, it talks about a journey or something -- about finding out new things or persons.. The likes. (Or is it just my interpretation? Hmm.) Hell, you could figure it out by yourself. Read it. It's something worth thinking over.

"I Measure Every Grief I Meet"
-Emily Dickinson

I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, Eyes –
I wonder if It weighs like Mine –
Or has an Easier size.

I wonder if They bore it long –
Or did it just begin –
I could not tell the Date of Mine –
It feels so old a pain –

I wonder if it hurts to live –
And if They have to try –
And whether – could They choose between –
It would not be – to die –

I note that Some – gone patient long –
At length, renew their smile –
An imitation of a Light
That has so little Oil –

I wonder if when Years have piled –
Some Thousands – on the Harm –
That hurt them early – such a lapse
Could give them any Balm –

Or would they go on aching still
Through Centuries of Nerve –
Enlightened to a larger Pain –
In Contrast with the Love –

The Grieved – are many – I am told –
There is the various Cause –
Death – is but one – and comes but once –
And only nails the eyes –

There's Grief of Want – and grief of Cold –
A sort they call "Despair" –
There's Banishment from native Eyes –
In Sight of Native Air –

And though I may not guess the kind –
Correctly – yet to me
A piercing Comfort it affords
In passing Calvary –

To note the fashions – of the Cross –
And how they're mostly worn –
Still fascinated to presume
That Some – are like My Own –

It's a great poem, right? The minute I read it -- I LOVED it. *sighs* Some people really have the talent to make stuff like that. Her "Hope Is The Thing With Feathers" poem is AWESOME too. If you know what I'm saying..

So, 'till tomorrow then? K? :)

I'll update more stuff tomorrow. I promise. I just feel like sharing one of the best poems in the world (In my opinion.) :D