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Lost and found
Posted by Claudia Moser
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LOST AND FOUND
The third word from our GBE2 experience. So far I had my share of expectations and posted with success all the nominated words, but this one was hard. I read Elizabeth's post last night, and I was lying in bed thinking and wondering what could I gather under this title. I was never lost, I did find so many interesting things in my life (mostly books!) and then (as chance has it) I remembered how I found a wonderful book at an antique shop, Alice in Wonderland. It was lying under piles of old dusty covers and when I had in my hands, I knew I have to have it. It is somewhere back at my mother's place and now I know I will have to bring it back to Germany, to join our wonderful library.
And from Lewis Caroll I landed to George Mac Donald, one of his mentors, who wrote an amazing poem about lost and found. And here it is:
I missed him when the sun began to bend;
I found him not when I had lost his rim;
With many tears I went in search of him,
Climbing high mountains which did still ascend,
And gave me echoes when I called my friend;
Through cities vast and charnel-houses grim,
And high cathedrals where the light was dim,
Through books and arts and works without an end,
But found him not--the friend whom I had lost.
And yet I found him--as I found the lark,
A sound in fields I heard but could not mark;
I found him nearest when I missed him most;
I found him in my heart, a life in frost,
A light I knew not till my soul was dark.
For those who would like to find more about this Scottish author, I could recommend this entry.
What I know for sure is that I will never be such a great poet and I do hope that you will enjoy his words.
Lost and found ...
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The third word from our GBE2 experience. So far I had my share of expectations and posted with success all the nominated words, but this one was hard. I read Elizabeth's post last night, and I was lying in bed thinking and wondering what could I gather under this title. I was never lost, I did find so many interesting things in my life (mostly books!) and then (as chance has it) I remembered how I found a wonderful book at an antique shop, Alice in Wonderland. It was lying under piles of old dusty covers and when I had in my hands, I knew I have to have it. It is somewhere back at my mother's place and now I know I will have to bring it back to Germany, to join our wonderful library.
And from Lewis Caroll I landed to George Mac Donald, one of his mentors, who wrote an amazing poem about lost and found. And here it is:
I missed him when the sun began to bend;
I found him not when I had lost his rim;
With many tears I went in search of him,
Climbing high mountains which did still ascend,
And gave me echoes when I called my friend;
Through cities vast and charnel-houses grim,
And high cathedrals where the light was dim,
Through books and arts and works without an end,
But found him not--the friend whom I had lost.
And yet I found him--as I found the lark,
A sound in fields I heard but could not mark;
I found him nearest when I missed him most;
I found him in my heart, a life in frost,
A light I knew not till my soul was dark.
For those who would like to find more about this Scottish author, I could recommend this entry.
What I know for sure is that I will never be such a great poet and I do hope that you will enjoy his words.
Lost and found ...
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