Word: sorrowful
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...refer to the Aug. 22 article on the new medical center at West Virginia University. While I am personally thrilled at this progress in "my old home town," I feel a touch of sorrow, too, for it would be of far greater significance to some of my ancestors...
...Pain & Sorrow. His portraits were almost ruthless in their candor. He did not even try to conceal the pain that his neglect had caused his wife, or paint out the sadness imprinted on his children's faces (see color). In time the painting joined the collection of Basilius Ame-bach, whose wise and scholarly father, Bonifacius (see color), began rounding up Holbein canvases during the first convulsive years of the Reformation. After Basilius' death, the city and the university bought the Amerbach collection, which they own to this day. It is Basel's permanent tribute...
...prominent politicians got the news at bathing beaches and, dragging their robes, galloped across the sand to the nearest telephones. Shopkeepers in Che-hab's home town of Jounieh closed down to protest the resignation, and churches of his faith (Maronite Roman Catholic) tolled their bells in sorrow. Politicians kept Chehab's telephone jangling and pounded on the door of his Jounieh home...
...farewell words to his son: "And you will also not forget to love me a little, for I do-Oh, Sonny!, thinking so much and so often of you . . ." The words lift the scene above matters of law or even justice to the simple level of love and sorrow...
...often descend to the banalities of To the New Moon, first published in a Communist paper in celebration of Russia's Sputnik. Mostly he pays in recognizable poet's coin. His world is shrouded in melancholy, in mournful contemplation of man's fate. "Give me sorrow daily bread," and, doubtfully hoping, "perhaps the heart is left us, perhaps the heart . . ." His native Sicily is never far from his thoughts, "warm with tears and mourning," and he wonders "how much time has fallen with the leaves of the poplars, how much blood into the rivers of the earth...