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“Pointless” ~Cirbra, 9/15/11

Jot down a
lovey word or two
in the pinky-stink notebook
at my hip,
but do I mean it?
If I could truly claim love,
I wouldn’t write a poem to you;
you’d be sung and followed
and thought about too much
for me to function words
into a sensible language,
let alone worthy prose.

-Fin-

So there’s this poem. It was written a really, really long time ago by this guy named William Blake. It’s an interesting piece, but I think I’ve given it enough of an introduction, I should let it speak for itself.

The Clod and the Pebble

“Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell’s despair.”

So sung a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle’s feet,
But a Pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:

“Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another’s loss of ease,
And builds a hell in heaven’s despite.”

One thing I love about the poem is you can compare it to lots of situations in your life. Say you’re in love, and you’ll give this person you love anything. You can relate with the clod and how he views love. Say you were once in a relationship where you felt like you were being mistreated by your partner, you can relate to the pebble. 

The poem also shows a that one can be both gracious, as the clod is, or greedy, as the pebble is, when it comes to love. That might take some more explaining… you see, the pebble is kind of a hypocrite in that he is upset that his love sought to cause his loss of ease, when in reality it was partially the fault of the pebble, for not being as selfless as the clod. In this way, the poem shows that you get out of love what you put into it.

Anyways, all around it’s just a good piece. If the words alone didn’t convince you, try this musical interpretation of the song performed by Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qlcGzrNsy30 

-STK