Poem – “But Who Understands these Tears?” – Romanticism – 1/9/2021

Who
Upon the rocking cradle
Comprehends why the infant weeps,
Why the same puling thing
Now distantly sleeps?

Tiredness
Makes the same result
Of the man who swims in his yearning,
To the woman who swims in her past,

Bleeding dry
The notes of the heart
Upon the curtains before one’s brokenness.

We need
As much as we plead
For the friend
To wake us,
And tell us
To sleep, once more.

Upon the shoulder of the one
Who pressures themselves with stones,
With fallen branches,

With every seed to a melting forest,
There is shared sentiment.