Legal Commentary

Most Wounds Are Self-Inflicted

By Kevin Funnell

Sometimes the sky's too bright,
        Or has too many clouds or birds,
        And far away's too sharp a sun
        To nourish thinking of him.
        Why is my hand too blunt
        To cut in front of me
        My horrid images for me,
        Of over-fruitful smiles,
        The weightless touching of the lip
        I wish to know
        I cannot lift, but can,
        The creature with the angel's face
        Who tells me hurt,
        And sees my body go
        Down into misery?
        No stopping. Put the smile
        Where tears have come to dry.
        The angel's hurt is left;
        His telling burns.      

Sometimes a woman's heart has salt,
        Or too much blood;
        I tear her breast,
        And see the blood is mine,
        Flowing from her, but mine,
        And then I think
        Perhaps the sky's too bright;
        And watch my hand,
        But do not follow it,
        And feel the pain it gives,
        But do not ache.
       ---Dylan Thomas

The Blower's Daughter --Damien Rice
       

Full post as published by Counseling Kevin on September 12, 2010 (boomark / email).