davila-suffering

The daily exercise of suffering gives one the gaze of an abandoned dog and the color of a ghost.

“The posture of the tree
Shows the prevailing wind;
And ours, long misery
When you are long unkind.

But forward, look, we lean—
Not backward as in doubt—
And still with branches green
Ride our ill weather out.”

Robert Graves | “Lovers in Winter”