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I know when a tweet is targetting me, but I'll play your game:
They say that “Time assuages” –
Time never did assuage –
An actual suffering strengthens
As Sinews do, with age –
Time is a Test of Trouble –
But not a Remedy –
If such it prove, it prove too
There was no Malady – https://twitter.com/CGNelsonwrites/status/1299010090037645312
They say that “Time assuages” –
Time never did assuage –
An actual suffering strengthens
As Sinews do, with age –
Time is a Test of Trouble –
But not a Remedy –
If such it prove, it prove too
There was no Malady – https://twitter.com/CGNelsonwrites/status/1299010090037645312
He leads me, someone leads me; someone leads me–don’t you see?
Into the court of the dead
under his dark brows
watching, winged Hades.
Let me go; what will you do? Let go. I, the most wretched, will walk forward on whatever sort of road.
- Euripedes by Alcestis
Into the court of the dead
under his dark brows
watching, winged Hades.
Let me go; what will you do? Let go. I, the most wretched, will walk forward on whatever sort of road.
- Euripedes by Alcestis
“I come, blood on blood,
like the sea, wave on wave.
I have a soul the color of poppies.”
- Bloody Fate by Miguel Hernández
like the sea, wave on wave.
I have a soul the color of poppies.”
- Bloody Fate by Miguel Hernández
I could just fill this up with Rilke:
You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house—, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house—, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Also, if you've never heard me recite these two Shakespearen sonnets while drunk and sad, then are we really friends?
Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, —
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There’s this little street and this little house.
- Ashes of Life by Edna St. Vincent Millay
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, —
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There’s this little street and this little house.
- Ashes of Life by Edna St. Vincent Millay
