sonnets of strongness

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”
Then.

Besides,
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—

I, too, am America.

- Langston Hughes (born: 1 February 1902)

“The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.” - Ernest Hemingway (died: 2 July 1961)

Too long it’s been since I have seen you, dear,
And I’m afraid I have now grown quite weak.
Impatiently I wait to have you near,
Or else it seems my future will be bleak.
I’ve used up all my strength, for you I fight,
I feel as though I’ve nothing left to give.
I’ve fought so long for life with you despite,
It’s in that fight I’ve lost my will to live.
Yet even when we’re not together, still,
I feel your love within my heart and soul.
And even when I’ve seemed to’ve lost my will,
It’s within you my strength regains control.
  No matter what the depth or what the length,
  It is in you that I can find my strength.
—  Sonnet 24: Strong Fight, © 2015 Sarah Marie Pardy

Look at me gettin’ all Shakespearean.

“If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together… there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart… I’ll always be with you.” - A.A. Milne (born: 18 January 1882)