I am no stranger in the house of pain;
I am familiar with its every part,
From the low stile, then up the crooked lane
To the dark doorway, intimate to my heart.
Here did I sit with grief and eat his bread,
Here was I welcomed as misfortune’s guest,
And there’s no room but where I’ve laid my head
On misery’s accommodating breast.
So, sorrow, does my knocking rouse you up?
Open the door, old mother; it is I.
Bring grief’s good goblet out, the sad, sweet cup;
Fill it with wine of silence, strong and dry.
   For I’ve a story to amuse your ears,
   Of youth and hope, of middle age and tears.

– Robert Nathan

Submitted by:

Nitish, who says “I read “Sonnet”, by Robert Nathan on The Daily Dish today. It was in the context of the earthquake in Japan.”


You can read a bit more about him here.

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