Silencia Roamadred
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Flowers for Algernon, for sure. I ugly-cried hard and ended up giving the book away because I'd get glassy-eyed just seeing it on my shelf.
Flowers for Algernon is heart wrenching. It made me question the way I viewed the world, speficially the moral judgements I placed on people and their intelligence. I wept reading sections of it.
This poem from Fellowship of the Ring has a lot of meaning to me, a friend of mine who tragically took his own life had it read at his funeral. Chokes me up every time.
I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.