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A Man Young And Old: Ii. Human Dignity
(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

A Man Young And Old: Ii. Human Dignity

Like the moon her kindness is,
If kindness I may call
What has no comprehension in't,
But is the same for all
As though my sorrow were a scene
Upon a painted wall.

So like a bit of stone I lie
Under a broken tree.
I could recover if I shrieked
My heart's agony
To passing bird, but I am dumb
From human dignity.

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A continuation from the previous poem, with the image of the moon standing for callous indifference.Because the loved one treats him impersonally, he becomes like a stone, too proud to cure himself through the expression of his feelings.