Wednesday, January 12, 2005


"When I'm alone"—the words tripped off his tongue
As though to be alone were nothing strange.
"When I was young," he said; "when I was young..."

I thought of age, and loneliness, and change.
I thought how strange we grow when we're alone,
And how unlike the selves that meet and talk,
And blow the candles out, and say good night.

Alone... The word is life endured and known.
It is the stillness where our spirits walk
And all but inmost faith is overthrown.

- Siegfried Sassoon


Blogger Waleed said...

"And all but inmost faith is overthrown."
Surely then you shall know yourself.

A beautiful poem, it captures a lot of what the past 5 weeks of mine have been like.

7:42 PM  
Blogger Anjum said...

salaam alaikum,

I can't even begin to say how on point this poem is. masha'Allah, the author has written it very well.

11:43 AM  
Blogger Abez said...


12:44 PM  
Anonymous lührs said...

this is rotttten!

9:53 AM  

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