This is profoundly and inexplicably touching

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I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the
beginning and the end
But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.
There was never any more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now,
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
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 Lovers, forget your love,
And listen to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.

When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the caged yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,
He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by
To come again at dark.

He was a winter wind,
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 She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
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In the Lane, by Robin Hyde (from Persephone in Winter, Hurst & Blackett, 1937)

I’d like to forget now, just for the one clear minute,
Or more, if my querulous heart would let me be,
Life and everything in it
Save this. Once on a day, under a crab-apple tree
Stood an old white horse with a velvety Roman nose,
And a child reached up to pat him - ah, ( Read more... )

 My heart is a clenched fist that knows not of release
It is closed and I am hardened and I no longer understand tenderness
I only know life, and the trials and tribulations of living


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 I'm not sorry there's nothing to save


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"When you feel no commonality between yourself and other people, try to be close to Things, which will not abandon you. Nights are still there and winds that blow through the trees and over many lands. And children are still the way you were as a child, that happy and that sad, and when you think of your childhood you live it again with them, the ( Read more... )

here I am getting the chills from the memory of how you used to make me feel

The present period is strangely pleasant in its stability and certainty, and because of a heightened awareness of what I need, what I have to do, and what lies ahead.

I should be used to it by now, but I still am not, and cannot be. I should be completely unaffected.  I should accept that things change for the strangest of reasons - the tide of time never fails to surprise, and this is something we should all know - except we never learn.