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Hopeless Grief/Grief (a.k.a. "Alternate Three Eyelid")
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning and the EastWestern University Dada Cluster

The EastWestern University Dada Cluster is a society dedicated to using Microsoft Office®'s built-in dictionary and grammar checkers to correct works of literature. It has also been charged with using Babelfish to translate works of literature into foreign languages and back again.

[ Original -> Autocorrected by Microsoft Office -> Korean -> English ]

New Version

The grief is calm, -- the despair, it suspects,
it yells a cry of distress at grade man upper
direction and criticism inside noisy approaching
in the shoes throne with midnight air battery anti-
it teaches the thing me it talks inside suffering and
to you. huy To the country under unpleasant
becomeing silent punishment well! it takes off in the
lower part description below, with hand weaving eye
glare of absolute heaven is sufficient inside soul the
desert ness. which Gip deep-hearted man dies, hazard
express grief likes the thy lion inside becomeing silent,;
Crumble the clock which is eternal and modeless sorrow,
until time inside form on lower part the cenotaph ditto
set together in the maximum quantity dust. Touch it:
The alternate three eyelid -- it it does not get wet will feel
and hu the possibility which they will cry it will be, it will
happen, the possibility which it will go it was.

 

Original Poem

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless, --
Those only men incredulous of despair,
Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air
Beat upwards to God's throne in loud access
Of shrieking and reproach. Full desert ness,
In souls as countries loath silent-bare
Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare
Of the absolute heavens. Deep-hearted man, express
Grief for thy Dead in silence like to death;
Most like a monumental statue set
In everlasting watch and modeless woe,
Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.
Touch it: the marble eyelids are not wet--
If it could weep, it could arise and go.

As found at http://www.gutenberg.org/files/16786/16786-8.txt.