Who Knows?

By Philip Sidney

Sun, 26 Apr 2015
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Perhaps I do not know myself.

I say, I am quiet,

I should live a life of solitude,

they say, you!

and laugh and point and stamp their feet.

I say, I am serious,

my mind is deep in contemplation

like a garden in the night,

they say, you?

and chuckle and shake their heads.

I say, my heart is full of melancholy,

it tolls like a bell beneath the sea,

they wipe their eyes, snort with mirth,

slap my back and say,

no, oh no, not you,

and I cannot help myself

so smile.

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Comments

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Helen

Lovely poem telling how little others know the true us. Well done.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thanks Jean. :)

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

This one really made me think, Philip, and I wonder how many of us truly know ourselves, let alone expecting others to.

Tina

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thanks Tina, this is quite autobiographical, seems that I'm the only person who thinks I'm quiet...smiley

Submitted by EB on

The quiet and shy have learnt how to brave and cover up their true nature. Most often we are not allowed to be ourselves, as demonstrated by the automatic derogatory reactions to sensitive personal revelations. You built this up so naturally and well here. 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Such an insightful comment, thank you EB.