DB Graves > Recent Status Updates

There's a lot of interesting research but also a lost of 2000s dude humour and lots of 2000s casual misogyny.
in a 2007 book so you know
of its time

Oh Thou, who didst with pitfall and with gin
Beset the Road I was to wander in,
Thou wilt not with Predestined Evil round
Emmesh, and then impute my Fall to Sin!

XXIII
And we, that now make merry in the Room
They left, and Summer dresses in new bloom,
Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth
Descend--ourselves to make a couch--for whom?

XXIV
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Ceasar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

XXI
Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
To-day of past Regret and Future Fears :
To-morrow! -- Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.

XXII
For some we loved, the loveliest and the best
That from his Vintage rolling Time has prest,
Have drunk their Cup a round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to rest.

Ah, buried once, Men want dug up again.

Yea, the first Morning of Creation wrote
What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.

The amount of time it took to find the correct edition of this book... probably could have finished reading.

When the sun shone through the colored windows, painting martyrs upon the floor...

"You are going to break one of us, and it will not be me," she said, and he almost caught her wrist, but she pulled away--she always pulled away--and left him alone.

She was looking at him with eyes that seemed transparent, the blue bled out of them and her golden hair like a halo. The hard look of a Madonna of unkindness, a blind stone idol who did not see him but demanded sacrifice, worship, and blood upon its altar. For a second those eyes parted, becoming the blue of her youth, filling with the desperate longing of a decade before, and which had drawn him in and drowned him.