"There is a joy that lies where pearls lie, deep, too deep for those who have no heart to weep" (I. Y. Ewan).
I enjoy so much the beauty that is born from sorrow. Have you ever listened to Phil Coulter's Shores of the Swilly? (hear it on YouTube) It is hauntingly beautiful, especially when you hear it in Sinéad's lovely voice. "By the shores of the Swilly, with an aching inside, I'll watch as her body is raised from the tide ... Her life has been taken, and I'll never know why, But I feel in that moment, a part of me died." Coulter says: "... the Swilly also claimed the life of my young sister Cyd. It's taken me 15 years to be able to try and address her loss through a song, which turned out to be The Shores of the Swilly. It was quite a healing experience."
What about Emma Wheeler's lovely verse, Solitude: "Laugh, and the world laughs with you, weep, and you weep alone ... There is room in the halls of pleasure for a vast and lordly train, but one by one we must all file on, through the narrow aisles of pain". It was also born from a feeling of depression and sadness.
Examples, classical and contemporaneous, could be multiplied, but I'll keep this article short.
Healing
Not only do I enjoy the beauty that sorrow has produced in others, but it is amazing to experience the "healing", as Coulter says, which can result from writing about sorrow. I've tried a few times. There's a poem entitled "Sorry", here on the Vine, which was written in tears. Sometimes I'll be lonely or frustrated, and imagine that my sorrow is greater than I can bear. Then I'll write things like this: "In a cold, deliberate act, I killed a dream last night. I stabbed it's kind and gentle heart, surprised it didn't fight, Then sat and watched it slowly slipping out of sight. Today I stand alone, a victor's crown upon my head, But slowly realise that I'm the one who's dead. I tremble in despair — what lies ahead? What pain is still to come? What tears must still be shed?" (23/12/04)
Masochist?
No, I'm not a masochist. But a world without sorrow would be like a sea without storms.




