Thursday, March 24, 2005

Knowing Grief

From page 35 of my copy of Melville's Moby Dick:

Oh! ye whose dead lie buried beneath the green grass; who standing among flowers can say - here, here lies my beloved; ye know not the desolation that broods in bosoms like these. What bitter blanks in those black-bordered marbles which cover no ashes! What despair in those immovable inscriptions! What deadly voids and unbidden infidelities in the lines that seem to gnaw upon all Faith, and refuse resurrections to the beings who have placlessly perished without a grave.

1 comment:

Helen Losse said...

And oh! may the God of all creation have mercy us, the flailing mortals, who know in part but fail to fully understand.