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Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.
Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.
If you're not using your smile, you're like a man with a million dollars in the bank and no checkbook.
If you're not using your smile, you're like a man with a million dollars in the bank and no checkbook.
Don't tell me peace has broken out.
Don't tell me peace has broken out.
Seek peace, and pursue it. [Prove!4:14].
Seek peace, and pursue it. [Prove!4:14].
Punishment is justice for the unjust.
Punishment is justice for the unjust.
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
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I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.
Victims suggest innocence. And innocence, by the inexorable logic that governs all relational terms, suggests guilt.
Victims suggest innocence. And innocence, by the inexorable logic that governs all relational terms, suggests guilt.
What I want back is what I was
Before the bed, before the knife,
Before the brooch-pin and the salve
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What I want back is what I was
Before the bed, before the knife,
Before the brooch-pin and the salve
Fixed me in this parenthesis;
Horses fluent in the wind,
A place, a time gone out of mind.
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not read more
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
