What is happening in this vintage photograph I found among my grandmother's photos from her early life? [more inside]
Cannot remember who wrote this poem (maybe essay?) or where this line is from. The metaphor is about a hideous child trying to crawl into your lap, you keep pushing it away in dismay, the author points out that this child is your (life? your faults?) and you must accept it, invite it up into your lap, and kiss it. Who wrote this? My Google Fu has failed me.
Please help me identify the origin/purpose of this mystery scroll. Or just the language its written in. [more inside]