Comments on: Poem: Learn with every goodbye

By: IdeaSmith

IdeaSmith — Mon, 10 May 2010 21:13:43 +0000

It’s a lovely poem and I think the point here is that it brings solace and some joy to every one who reads it. To whom the credit goes may be for another forum.

I’ve read this before but it was lovely to read it again. Thanks, Annkur, for the reminder.

By: Sandie L.

Sandie L. — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 00:40:08 +0000

Inanna & Jessica have it right- the poet labored, constructed the thoughts articulately and with artistry. The correct source should ALWAYS be credited! There is too much of this on the “misinformation”net, because there is no one to take responsibility! Triple check resources & then do it another 3 times. And then you might be close to correct.

By: Jessica

Jessica — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 02:25:56 +0000

The credit should be given to the correct poet and should be revised to reflect Borges.

By: Annkur

Annkur — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 15:49:31 +0000

+1 Susan, its the essence of the poem that matters.

Though due credit is important. Inanna, thanks for the comment.

By: susanmiranda

susanmiranda — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 12:56:55 +0000

Thank you for that, although it’s the essence of the poem that really matters for me.

By: Inanna

Inanna — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 08:43:08 +0000

It’s a translation of a poem by spanish poet Jorge Luis Borges (1899 – 1986) called Y Uno Aprende (pop the text below into google translate and see what comes out if you don’t believe me). Shameless plagarism on the part of Ms. Shoffstall

Después de un tiempo,
uno aprende la sutil diferencia
entre sostener una mano
y encadenar un alma,
y uno aprende que el amor
no significa acostarse
y una compañía no significa seguridad
y uno empieza a aprender.
Que los besos no son contratos y los regalos no son promesas
y uno empieza a aceptar sus derrotas con la cabeza alta y los ojos abiertos y uno aprende a construir todos sus caminos en el hoy,
porque el terreno de mañana
es demasiado inseguro para planes…
y los futuros tienen una forma de caerse en la mitad.
Y después de un tiempo
uno aprende que si es demasiado,
hasta el calorcito del sol quema.
Así que uno planta su propio jardín
y decora su propia alma, en lugar
de esperar a que alguien le traiga flores. Y uno aprende que realmente puede aguantar, que uno realmente es fuerte,
que uno realmente vale, y uno aprende y aprende…
y con cada día uno aprende.

By: susanmiranda

susanmiranda — Sun, 04 Oct 2009 02:04:37 +0000

This is the most important piece of work, for me ever. After the loss of my wonderful daughter, I created a beautiful work of art as a tribute to her specialness, and decoratively bordered the art with the words “plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers”. This beautiful poem has meant everything to me. Sincerely, Susan.

By: Annkur

Annkur — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 17:42:17 +0000

Thanks for the pointer Sandy, I have corrected the same.

@every1: I did mention the source of the poem, but unfortunately the source that I referred to didn’t have the author name. Lesson learnt, I shall verify next time…

By: Sandy F.

Sandy F. — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 13:32:10 +0000

this is absolutely a copyrighted poem by a known poet and should have the proper credit. It’s a wonderful encouragement for anyone going through problems, for sure, but it IS important to give literary credit where due.

Please correct this post and remove “unknown.” Thanks.