When Sorrows Come(For Fer) ¨When sorrows come they come not as single spies but in battalions¨ (Shakespeare, Hamlet.)When sorrows comeThey do not always flowLike light in water,Or the blood in the river of our hearts,But losing the moon’s pull,Well up, motionless, at the sedged-rimOut of our reach,In the slow bent bow that isBeyond the swift…