I am… what am I but the tree of grief <br />That grows forev’r amid this verdant wood? <br />An eyesore in this grand beatitude <br />A foul arborescence, a saffron leaf… <br />What am I – to the Pruner's disbelief – <br />But branches that oppose vicissitude? <br />An idle stand, a fruitless lassitude, <br />I am Dolor’s delight, Burden’s relief. <br />And ‘spite the lively winds that break my withes <br />I live on! ‘spite the vim, the seasons vernal <br />Galling my bole, the elements diurnal, <br />Ev’n if I fall to Fortune’s axe, Time’s scythes, <br />Ev’n if I die, preserved remains my kernel, <br />My woe endures, my sorrow springs eternal! <br /> <br /> <br />Adelaide <br />October 2nd 1993<br /><br />Samer Madbak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-102-sonnet-48-sorrow-springs-eternal/
