She went back to her cottage, and sat there,
no light
lit,
and stared at the floor.
-- James Michener, Poland (1983), p. 510
And I too soon
found I
had cause,
for greater
and deeper
grief . . . . . .
-- Richardson, Pamela (1740)
If I were to sit under a tree
and tell you the sadness we have to
suffer,
the leaves of that tree
would fall like tears.
-- Indian sex-worker, profiled in “Serving the Goddess”, The
New Yorker, 4 Aug 2008
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