You stroke the fur of the big fine dog. <br />Looking way down into its eyes, you speak, <br />Pointing out for me the enormous sorrow <br />That's continuously fixed upon us. <br /> <br />When angels look deep in men's eyes,- <br />I replied-beneath their noble brows, <br />They will ask about the same thing in dismay <br />And turn away for they cannot bear it.<br /><br />Franz Werfel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-creature-s-stare/
