WV (Nov.2,1916 / Dutch East Indies (Indonesia))


THE darkest wood that the north-wind stings
Hath its balsamum and its silverlings,
Its violet interspace.
The bitterest sea that the wan moon knows
Hath its hushful archipelagoes,
Its coral populace.
And the wearlweariestest burden mortal bears
Hath, woven in with its somber cares,
Some broidery of grace.

by Katharine Lee Bates

Comments (1)

I read that you were a P.O.W. What a tragic experience that must've been. Right now in my history class we are studying WWII and it's horrifying. Your faith must've played a big part in your survival huh? What a wonderful poem and it sounds like you are a very interesting man. Sincerely, Mary