Death, before erasing me from the world, erases my desire to know the world. What’s the good of seeing if you can’t see everything, or see forever.
Death, before erasing me from the world, erases my desire to know the world. What’s the good of seeing if you can’t see everything, or see forever.
“Immeasurable sadness!
And I know it as a poet,
And I greet it, and I meet it,
Immeasurable sadness!
And the voice that apes a nation—
Let it cry “An affectation,”
Or “A fancy” or “A madness,”—
But I know it as a poet,
And I meet it, and I greet it,
And I say it, and repeat it,
Immeasurable sadness!”
Alfred, Lord Tennyson | “Sadness”