(after Robert Ranke Graves) <br /> <br />From severe sorrow he almost went mad <br />when he suddenly saw some strange things <br />in nature and the universe <br />and maybe it came from to much sorrow; <br /> <br />he noticed small things like falling leaves, <br />the smallest white flower slowly opening, <br />the first tiny whistle of a small bird, <br />thunder hitting far in the distance <br /> <br />even rocks glistening with black metal, <br />he even saw wings of birds fluttering, <br />the movement of every small snake, <br />but between life and death he could not reach <br /> <br />and he could not look at his buried wife <br />or living go to that other kingdom.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-severe-sorrow-he-almost-went-mad/
