Behold, we know not anything;
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last–far off–at last, to all,
And every winter change to spring.
So runs my dream, but what am I?
An infant crying in the night
An infant crying for the light
And with no language but a cry.
– Alfred, Lord Tennyson, “In Memoriam A.H.H.”, Canto 54
Posted by Max on July 1, 2008 at 9:32 am
Anneanne being, of course, Turkish for Grandma. For poetry fans, this poem is where the famous phrase “nature, red in tooth and claw” originates. More here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_Memoriam_A.H.H.