Song/Quote/Poem/Picture of the Day 4/16/2013 (Dedicated to the victims and families affected in the Boston Marathon)

Song of the Day: 

(Dedicated to the victims and families of the Boston Marathon)

Quote of the Day: 

Poem of the Day: I Measure Every Grief I Meet

by Emily Dickinson

I measure every grief I meet
  With analytic eyes;
I wonder if it weighs like mine,
  Or has an easier size.
I wonder if they bore it long,
  Or did it just begin?
I could not tell the date of mine,
  It feels so old a pain.
I wonder if it hurts to live,
  And if they have to try,
And whether, could they choose between,
  They would not rather die.
I wonder if when years have piled—
  Some thousands—on the cause
Of early hurt, if such a lapse
  Could give them any pause;
Or would they go on aching still
  Through centuries above,
Enlightened to a larger pain
  By contrast with the love.
The grieved are many, I am told;
  The reason deeper lies,—
Death is but one and comes but once
  And only nails the eyes.
There's grief of want, and grief of cold,—
  A sort they call 'despair,'
There's banishment from native eyes,
  In sight of native air.
And though I may not guess the kind
  Correctly yet to me
A piercing comfort it affords
  In passing Calvary,
To note the fashions of the cross
  Of those that stand alone
Still fascinated to presume
  That some are like my own.

Picture of the Day: 

Fire Dandelion by DSent