The Madman
And When My Joy
Was Born
Kahlil Gibra
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| And when my joy was born I held it in my arms and stood on the house-top shouting, "Come ye, my neighbours, come and see, for Joy this day is born unto me. Come and behold this gladsome thing that laugheth in the sun." | ||||||||||
| But none of my neighbours came to look upon my Joy, and great was my astonishment. | ||||||||||
| And every day for seven moons I proclaimed my Joy from the house-top -- and yet no one heeded me. And my Joy and I were alone, unsought and unvisited. | ||||||||||
| Then my Joy grew pale and weary because no other heart but mine held its loveliness and no other lips kissed its lips. | ||||||||||
| Then my Joy died of isolation. | ||||||||||
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| And now I only remember my dead Joy in remembering my dead Sorrow. But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs in the wind and then is heard no more. | ||||||||||
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