Arnold is most famous for “Dover Beach”, one of my very favorite poems. Aside from this beautiful work, he also wrote a poem called “The Buried Life.” It is about repression and the inability to speak one’s heart, and in that, it is unremarkable, but I love the title. It set off something like a tiny bomb of creativity in me, and I’ve been rolling with it ever since. All evening I’ve been thinking about that phrase, “the buried life,” in context with a powerful post over at Atlas Shrugs, a post Steyn calls “the gallery of ghosts.”
The pictures of these women with their hopeful, beautiful faces, are snapshots of buried lives. These are lives cut short by false honor and inverted love, and there is no escaping the fact that these women died alone, betrayed by those they trusted. The sickness of multiculturalism and a growing discomfort with the truth has allowed these acts to come to our shores. Our ignorance has dirtied our country and our culture.
Read every name and story and burn their names into your skin. They are the lives unlived, unwilling victims of medieval hatred. Again I ask if Islam creates murderers or attracts them?
Pamela Gellar at Atlas is an amazing woman, caring for those who have died alone. The efforts she’s made to honor Aqsa are Herculean. Whatever you did for the least of these, you did for me.
This is the buried life
the life unlived
parted with unwillingly
cut short by the sickness of false honor,
the infection of inverted love. . .
Sad?
No. The article was not sad. It was hateful , disgusting, surreal, outrageous, gut-wrenching. Almost anything but sad. Sad is when your old dog Boots dies.
Hyacinthgirl, I admire your pluck. As Gary Graham says, keep pounding away and make your voice heard.
The linked article is so sad… :(
Why do they hate us?