I was on my way home one day and saw this broken wardrobe door panel, which was stenciled with a sorrowful poem, lying in the middle of a walkway. My heart instantly went to the author who penned it and I quickly took a photo of it as I walked past. Upon closer inspection, I was slightly bemused by the juxtaposition of the sobriety of the content against its location, unwanted and discarded on top of drainage covers and near a yellow warning line.
After doing a quick internet search, I found out that the prose came out of an incomplete stanza from “Maud; A Monodrama” by Victorian poet Lord Alfred Tennyson. The actual stanza flows as such:
Half the night I waste in sighs,Half in dreams I sorrow afterThe delight of early skies;In a wakeful doze I sorrowFor the hand, the lips, the eyes,For the meeting of the morrow,The delight of happy laughter,The delight of low replies.
Not bad for such a random and spontaneous occurrence isn’t it?
View full poem HERE.