
The poem explores the theme of grief as a constant companion that brings understanding and comfort in times of sorrow. Initially feared, grief becomes a familiar presence that provides solace and interpretation in unfamiliar and challenging situations. Through its presence, the speaker is able to navigate difficult landscapes and find meaning in experiences that would otherwise be incomprehensible.
By Edith Wharton · First published 1917 · Genre: Poetry, Romantic, Tragedy · 168 words
ONE grief there is, the helpmeet of my heart, That shall not from me till my days be sped, That walks beside me in sunshine and in shade, And hath in all my fortunes equal part.
At first I feared it, and would often start Aghast to find it bending o'er my bed, Till usage slowly dulled the edge of dread, And one cold night I cried: _How warm thou art! _
Since then we two have travelled hand in hand, And, lo, my grief has been interpreter For me in many a fierce and alien land Whose speech young Joy had failed to understand, Plucking me tribute of red gold and myrrh From desolate whirlings of the desert sand.
The One Grief is listed on Textopian as a poem by Edith Wharton, dated 1917 CE.
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Grief · Loss · Mourning · Sorrow · Tragedy · Death · Family · Relationships · Psychological Fiction · Emotional Struggle · Inner Turmoil · Human Experience