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is on page 83 of 168
And you have walked upon the hills at night,
And bared your head beneath the living sky,
When it was noon have walked into the light,
Knowing such joy as I.
Though there are years between us, they are naught;
Youth calls to age across the tired years:
'What have you found', he cries, 'what have you sought?'
'What you have found', age answers through his tears,
'What you have sought'.
— Nov 08, 2015 03:28PM
And bared your head beneath the living sky,
When it was noon have walked into the light,
Knowing such joy as I.
Though there are years between us, they are naught;
Youth calls to age across the tired years:
'What have you found', he cries, 'what have you sought?'
'What you have found', age answers through his tears,
'What you have sought'.
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Elena .
is on page 92 of 168
Caught in the trap's machinery, lights out, With sightless eyes and hearts that do not beat,
You will not see the steadying or falling,
Under the heavy layers of the night
Not black or white or left or right.
— Jan 11, 2016 11:03PM
You will not see the steadying or falling,
Under the heavy layers of the night
Not black or white or left or right.
Elena .
is on page 83 of 168
You too have seen the sun a bird of fire
Stepping on clouds across the golden sky,
Have known man's envy and his weak desire,
Have loved and lost.
You, who are old, have loved and lost as I
All that is beautiful but born to die,
Have traced your patterns in the hastening frost.
— Nov 08, 2015 03:27PM
Stepping on clouds across the golden sky,
Have known man's envy and his weak desire,
Have loved and lost.
You, who are old, have loved and lost as I
All that is beautiful but born to die,
Have traced your patterns in the hastening frost.
Elena .
is on page 75 of 168
All hold the sum, nothing to nothing,
Even the words are nothing
While the sun's turned to salt,
Can be but vanity, such an old cry,
Nothing never, nothing older
Though we're consumed by loves and doubts.
I love and doubt, it's vain, it's vain,
Loving and doubting like one who is to die
Planning what's good, though it's but winter,
When spring is come,
The jonquil and the trumpet.
— Nov 08, 2015 02:45PM
Even the words are nothing
While the sun's turned to salt,
Can be but vanity, such an old cry,
Nothing never, nothing older
Though we're consumed by loves and doubts.
I love and doubt, it's vain, it's vain,
Loving and doubting like one who is to die
Planning what's good, though it's but winter,
When spring is come,
The jonquil and the trumpet.
Elena .
is on page 40 of 168
Go is my wish;
Then shall I go,
But in the light of going
Minutes are mine
I could devote to other things.
Stop has no minutes,
but I go or die.
— Nov 05, 2015 10:08AM
Then shall I go,
But in the light of going
Minutes are mine
I could devote to other things.
Stop has no minutes,
but I go or die.
Elena .
is on page 35 of 168
Let me escape,
Be free, (wind for my tree and water for my flower),
Live self for self,
And drown the gods in me,
Or crush their viper heads beneath my foot.
No space, no space, you say,
But you'll not keep me in
Although your cage is strong.
My strength shall sap your own; I'll cut through your dark cloud
To see the sun myself,
Pale and decayed, an ugly growth.
— Nov 05, 2015 10:02AM
Be free, (wind for my tree and water for my flower),
Live self for self,
And drown the gods in me,
Or crush their viper heads beneath my foot.
No space, no space, you say,
But you'll not keep me in
Although your cage is strong.
My strength shall sap your own; I'll cut through your dark cloud
To see the sun myself,
Pale and decayed, an ugly growth.
Elena .
is on page 15 of 168
My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows
— Oct 31, 2015 07:44PM
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows
Elena .
is on page 15 of 168
My tears are like the quiet drift Of petals from some magic rose; And all my grief flows from the rift Of unremembered skies and snows
— Oct 31, 2015 07:43PM
