What was the poem quoted in "A River Runs Through It" that says "too deep for tears"?
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A Sorrow Too Deep for Tears \n a sorrow too deep for tears\na sorrow built up by fears\n\na sorrow created from a lye\na sorrow I cannot cry\n\na sorrow that just isn't fair\na sorrow that I can't bare \n\na sorrow that has scarred my mind\na sorrow that will never unwind\n\na sorrow that can't be real\na sorrow too hard to describe how I feel\n\na sorrow too deep for tears \nBy MixedEmotion17 \n\n\n© 2004 MixedEmotion17 (All rights reserved)\n \n \nor: The River, Part II \n- Too Deep for Tears\nI only hope that I can scratch the surface of the feeling behind this idea. I finally found the source for the words in the scene from A River Runs through It that I mentioned a couple weeks ago. The beauty of the language, the subject matter and the fact that the scene begins with Norman and Paul's dad (the Preacher) reading from a book led me to believe it was one of the Psalms that I didn't know. Turns out, it's a collage of verses taken from a William Wordsworth poem called "Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood".\n\nIn the movie, the scene sets up as Norman has just received a letter from the University of Chicago accepting him as an instructor and a graduate student. As he walks into the house, he hears his father in the study reading aloud:\n\nOur birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:\nThe Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, \nHath had elsewhere its setting, \nAnd cometh from afar: \nNot in entire forgetfulness, \nAnd not in utter nakedness, \nBut trailing clouds of glory do we come \nFrom God, who is our home\nNothing can bring back the hour \nNorman begins reciting some of the same lines by memory, and he and his father trade lines back and forth...\n\nOf splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; \nWe will grieve not, rather find \nStrength in what remains behind; \nIn the primal sympathy \nWhich having been must ever be; \nIn the soothing thoughts that spring \nOut of human suffering; \nIn the faith that looks through death\nThanks to the human heart by which we live, \nThanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, \nTo me the meanest flower that blows can give \nAnd they complete the last line in unison...\n\nThoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.\nThe lines used in the movie leave out a fair amount of Wordsworth's original and they have a different emphasis than the entire poem as a result. To me, the scene speaks of the ways of emotional expression among the men of the old West - the attitude that there are things that are shared with little outward emotion because the emotions are "too deep for tears". But in the mutual relationship with that poem, Norman and his father connect with each other and with their shared experience in a way that leaves no doubt of the depth of their love for each other. This scene cuts to the core of the pride of the father in a successful son and the respect and love of the son for the father's guidance in reaching that success.\n\nMy father and I went through many years of not understanding each other and not communicating well. For quite some time we didn't have anything at all to say to each other. There are good reasons for this from each of our viewpoints, even though it's a situation that we both wish could have come out differently. But in the past few years, we've both made the effort to close those gaps and put aside the old injuries. And in doing so, we can now communicate honestly and fearlessly with each other.\n\nThe last significant piece in the rebuilding of this relationship was when I finally came out to him a few months ago. He really already knew, but also knew that it was not a conversation he could force on me. More than any other of my family and friends, he was the one dropping hints about his suspicions and about being OK with it.\n\nI've expressed my amazement in a previous post about how peaceful and clear Dad has become these last few months. And
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The poem is talking about the futility and uselessness of war.  The bitter irony is that comrades and the enemy are for the most part ordinary people, not that different from each other.  If he met one of each on the street, he could not tell which is which.  The soldier chose to fight, no one forced him to, and in his last moments he is questioning the sense of that decision.   He realizes that in the end this fighting and sacrifice is not going to change much for the ordinary person, so in many ways it is a waste, a waste of life.  He can't turn back the clock, and his destiny awaits him in "the clouds", heaven, the afterlife.\n\nI hope this helps.
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That poem rocks.  I know that it is controversial.  I would be interested to see what people thought of a choice line or two from the poem.
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From fairest creatures we desire increase,\nThat thereby beauty's rose might never die,\nBut as the riper should by time decease,\nHis tender heir might bear his memory:\nBut thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,\nFeed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,\nMaking a famine where abundance lies,\nThy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:\nThou that art now the world's fresh ornament,\nAnd only herald to the gaudy spring,\nWithin thine own bud buriest thy content,\nAnd, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding:\nPity the world, or else this glutton be,\nTo eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.\n\n\nQuestionable it may be,\nat least be thankful\nyou don't read the poet from Dundee!\n\n\nBeautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay!\nAlas! I am very sorry to say\nThat ninety lives have been taken away\nOn the last Sabbath day of 1879,\nWhich will be remember'd for a very long time.\n\n'Twas about seven o'clock at night,\nAnd the wind it blew with all its might,\nAnd the rain came pouring down,\nAnd the dark clods seem'd to frown,\nAnd the Demon of the air seem'd to say-\n"I'll blow down the Bridge of Tay."\n\nWhen the train left Edinburgh\nThe passengers' hearts were light and felt no sorrow,\nBut Boreas blew a terrific gale,\nWhich made their hearts for to quail,\nAnd many of the passengers with fear did say-\n"I hope God will send us safe across the Bridge of Tay."\n\nBut when the train came near to Wormit Bay,\nBoreas he did loud and angry bray,\nAnd shook the central girders of the Bridge of Tay\nOn the last Sabbath day of 1879,\nWhich will be remember'd for a very long time.\n\nSo the train sped on with all its might,\nAnd Bonnie Dundee soon hove in sught,\nAnd the passengers' hearts felt light,\nThinking they would enjoy themselves on the New Year,\nWith their friends at home they lov'd most dear,\nAnd wish them all a happy New Year.\n\nSo the train mov'd slowly along the Bridge of Tay,\nUntil it was about midway,\nThen the central girders with a crash gave way,\nAnd down went the train and passengers into the Tay!\nThe Storm Fiend did loudly bray,\nBecause ninety lives had been taken away,\nOn the last Sabbath day of 1879,\nWhich will be remember'd for a very long time.\n\nAs soon as the catastrophe came to be known\nThe alarm from mouth to mouth was blown,\nAnd the cry rang out all o'er the town,\nGood Heavens! the Tay Bridge is blown down,\nAnd a passenger train from Edinburgh,\nWhich fill'd all the peoples hearts with sorrow,\nAnd made them for to turn pale,\nBecause none of the passengers were sav'd to tell the tale\nHow the disaster happen'd on the last Sabbath day of 1879,\nWhich will be remember'd for a very long time.\n\nIt must have been an awful sight,\nTo witness in the dusky moonlight,\nWhile the Storm Fiend did laugh, and angry did bray,\nAlong the Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay,\nOh! ill-fated Bridge of thSilv'ry Tay,\nI must now conclude my lay\nBy telling the world fearlessly without the least dismay,\nThat your central girders would not have given way,\nAt least many sensible men do say,\nHad they been supported on each side with buttresses,\nAt least many sensible men confesses,\nFor the stronger we our houses do build,\nThe less chance we have of being killed.\n\n\nEnjoy!
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I have not seen the movie so I am not certain what specific quotation you are seeking, but in researching this answer, have watched the movie trailer, I know I will have to see this film. \nIn the trailer she says "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate, our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure..." now I am searching for the author of that quote (insert eye-rolling smiley here!!)
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For me that is such a difficult question to answer.  I have so many favorites.  \n\nThe whole poem Desiderata is beautiful and profound.  Every line is special so I will quote only the last ones:\n\n"Therefore be at peace with God, \nwhatever you conceive Him to be,\nand whatever your labors and aspirations,\nin the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.\nWith all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,\nit is still a beautiful world.\nBe cheerful.\nStrive to be happy. "\n\nThen from High Flight by John Gillespie Magee we have:\n\n"Up, up the long delirious, burning blue \nI've topped the windswept heights with easy grace \nWhere never lark, or even eagle flew. \nAnd, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod \nThe high untresspassed sanctity of space, \nPut out my hand, and touched the face of God."\n\nFinally, I would refer you to a poem called Little Bateese by william Henry Drummond.  It is deceptively simple, but again profound.  It speaks of the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren, one of the things that really matter in life for sure.  There is nothing as special as the love of a grandparent and grandchild for each other.  The last lines of the poem are:\n\n"But leetle Bateese! please don't forget\nWe rader you 're stayin' de small boy yet, \nSo chase de chicken an' mak' dem scare\nAn' do w'at you lak wit' your ole gran'pere\nFor w'en you 're beeg feller he won't be dere--\nLeetle Bateese!"\n\nTranslation:  \nBut little Bateese!  Please don't forget\nWe'd rather you stayed a small boy yet\nSo chase the chickens and make them scared\nAnd do what you like with your old grandpere\nFor when you're a big fellow he won't be there -\nLittle Bateese!\n\nI get carried away with poetry!
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thy soul is a river, thy love cries out for thee, thy...\n\nhmmm. well, it doesn't quite make sense.  Thy is "you".  So...\n\nyour soul is a river, your love cries out for you, your...\n\noh, okay.  I see it could be a spiritual inner longing thing.  hmm...or no.  The 'love' must be an actual person.  hmmm...\n\nthy soul is a river, they love cries out for thee, thy\nheart rises from the water, to greet her on a sunlit shore
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The name of the poem is (My Garden—"His Garden") by Charles Haddon Spurgeon\n\nhttp://www.ccel.org/ccel/spurgeon/sermons42.txt
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Just fyi I found the poem its\n"I carry your heart" by E E Cummings
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That is Thanatopsis by William Cullen Bryant \n It is an Iambic pentameter--- a line of poetry with five iambic feet each containing one unstressed syllable follwed by one stressed syllable.\n\nTo him| who in| the love | of Na|ture holds\n\ncount it 5 feet. all have an unstressed followed by a stressed syllable\n\ncommu|nion with|her vis|ible forms|she speaks
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It is actually from a Lord Alfred Tennyson poem who was England's Poet Laureate after Wordsworth. \n\nFrom Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem 'In Memoriam:27', 1850:\n\n    I hold it true, whate'er befall;\n    I feel it, when I sorrow most;\n    'Tis better to have loved and lost\n    Than never to have loved at all.\n\n\nTennyson married, but I guess that doesn't give us a clear indication if he ever actually found love.
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i think it comes from a person who has been "burned" 1 to many times be people that they've fallen after. so there for they advise against opening up ones heart to easily, to often.\ni really like this poem, did you write it? if not who did?
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I find A Psalm of Life to be an extremely  powerful poem. There are many\nof us on this earth that do not understand that the soul is realy them\nand not their body. We are all a part of a larger creative intelligence.\nOur souls are what connects us to this divine, creative intelligence.\nEach of us comes with a purpose to fulfill and expand that creative\ninteligence on the physical plain. As children we are more connected to\nour sould purpose. However as we grow older we allow the "inculturation"\nof our society to move us away form our souls purpose and more toward\nour physical self. Yet our ony purpose is to create a world that is so\npure that that soul can manifest itself without the illusion of our\nphysical form.  The soul never dies.\n\nWe must all remember tis truth -\n    "Dust thou art, to dust returnest,\n     Was not spoken of the soul."\n\n\nWhen he writes that the soul is dead that slumbers, he means that if your soul is dormant or asleep it may as well be dead because you're not using it,\nWhen great men leave footprints in the sands of time, he means that they leave footprints in the sand that stand the test of time, they are remembered - they make a difference!\nCattle are the conformists - they do not think for themselves, society thinks for them, and they are all the same.\n\nThis is a very inspirational poem. The concept of living only in the present is a very difficult thing for me, as the regrets of the past and hopes of the future can be very troublesome and misleading at times. This brings out feelings of...almost like confidence. Strength and belief in oneself. The thought he expresses in this, one how to live through each day, is one I firmly sympathize with and believe in.\nThe meaning of this is very clear. Just live. Don't be hindered by the fear of oncoming, certain death, or whatever mistakes you may've made before, live by the second and only plan ahead that far. The is no concrete point in life, nothing is sure and steady, so don't live like it is going to be that way.\nThis has a very punctual, powerful rhythm. It works great for this, as the theme and message of it is a very strong, very passionate one. The wording, flow, everything in this goes perfectly hand in hand. I don't think it could've been written any better.\nThis is an excellent write, one I'm also going to save. I find it to be very uplifting, very inspirational.
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sorry, i searched poetry sites,quotation sites, by author,firstlines,subject. best i can think of is contact nearest university library or professor of lit. wish you luck, it sounds like a really heartfelt poem. sure wish i knew it.
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http://www.poetry.com
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A charm invests a face by Emily Dickinson  \n\nA charm invests a face\nImperfectly beheld.\nThe lady dare not lift her veil\nFor fear it be dispelled.\n\nBut peers beyond her mesh,\nAnd wishes, and denies,\nLest interview annul a want\nThat image satisfies. \n\nyou can find some critics about this poem here: http://www.nybooks.com/articles/1414\n\n\n\nLife in a Love\nby Robert Browning  \n\nEscape me?\nNever—\nBeloved!\nWhile I am I, and you are you,\nSo long as the world contains us both,\nMe the loving and you the loth,\nWhile the one eludes, must the other pursue.\nMy life is a fault at last, I fear:\nIt seems too much like a fate, indeed!\nThough I do my best I shall scarce succeed.\nBut what if I fail of my purpose here? \nIt is but to keep the nerves at strain,\nTo dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,\nAnd baffled, get up to begin again,—\nSo the chase takes up one's life, that's all.\nWhile, look but once from your farthest bound,\nAt me so deep in the dust and dark,\nNo sooner the old hope drops to ground\nThan a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,\nI shape me—\nEver\nRemoved! \n \nthese r my favourite though i don't like poems...
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Are you looking for examples of hyperbole in the poem?\n\nFinding rubies by the Ganges\n"Till the conversion of the Jews" (a Biblical allusion: until the Apocalypse)\nLove growing in a physical form "vaster than empires"\nTaking a century to praise the beloved's eyes\nForehead gazing for two centuries, etc.\nHearing time at one's back