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February 17, 2007

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Nessa

I've never seen this before. Lovely and true.

Kat

How beautiful, that poem is new to me too. It will now be caligraphied, appliqued and forwarded on to some girlfriends of mine that need to hear these wise words.

SilverNeurotic

I've never heard that poem before, but it's really nice.

Jackie

Nessa, I've seen this in several different forms over the years. I actually like this shorter one better:

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises,

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,

And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn...
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure...

That you really are strong

And you really do have worth...

And you learn and learn...

With every good-bye you learn.

Jorge Luis Borges

Translation by Veronica A. Shoffstall

Jackie

Kat - if you and your friends are the type that like this kind of poem - it really does make a nice gift. And good words to remember.


Silver - glad you like it. I always have.

Velvet Sacks

I've loved this poem for years but haven't thought of it in a while. Thanks for posting it, Jackie. There's a certain blogger you and I both know who needs to read this about now. I hope she finds it.

Jackie

Velvet, I thought about our blogger friend when I posted this. I'm so glad she's feeling better. Sometimes life hurts - but it's true - we learn and grow.

Quilldancer

Jackie -- I have Nessa's version of this poem on my blog, somewhere near the beginning. When I found it I remember thinking I could have used it when I was in college. Why did I never get one sealed beneath resin or twined in thread?

Jackie

Quilly, lol. Don't know, sister! Want me to put it on a gourd for you? lol

Gawpo

I am learning and growing, Jackie. Thanks for the beautifully put reminder.

Jackie

You're welcome, Gawpo. Too bad that these little lessons are always easier to use - when we don't need them.

Quilldancer

Jackie -- at present I don't want anyhing I may have to pack and move. Thank you!

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