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  • horizonsofabyssfez uma citaçãohá 2 anos
    Now we are able only to graph the flight;

    For we never actually rose from the ground,
  • horizonsofabyssfez uma citaçãoano passado
    By Moonlight
    We are true lovers without hope

    Whose hearts are locked to time,

    So lie with me on the grassy sward

    On the cool black-shadowed slope,

    For we’ll not sleep in a close warm room:

    Whatever we are moving toward

    An ample bed’s not our reward

    Who are mad with the moon.

    Wherever passionate love is leading

    We’ll be discovering alone,

    So little hope it can endure,

    So wild, so deep, so dark the needing

    That even fastened bone to bone,

    We’ll not have lasting peace, that’s sure,

    Nor any haven from despair

    Who love by light of moon.

    So come, though we shall never rest

    In any house to call our own,

    By any hearth we light and tend,

    Lie here upon the cold earth’s breast

    And lean your length hard on the stone:

    Hearts break and they may also mend

    But here until the certain end,

    Wed me by light of moon.

    Now the great open sky is ours

    And the long light across the loam,

    And we, gigantic hearts of dust,

    Lie open like night-blooming flowers.

    The homeless moon is our bright home,

    And we shine too because we must,

    Oh magic that we cannot trust,

    The lovely changing moon!
  • horizonsofabyssfez uma citaçãoano passado
    Moving In
    I moved into my house one day

    In a downpour of leaves and rain,

    “I took possession,” as they say,

    With solitude for my domain.

    At first it was an empty place

    Where every room I came to meet

    Watched me in silence like a face:

    I heard the whisper of my feet.

    So huge the absence walking there

    Beside me on the yellow floor,

    That one fly buzzing on the air

    But made the stillness more and more.

    What I possessed was all my own,

    Yet not to be possessed at all,

    And not a house or even hearthstone,

    And never any sheltering wall.

    There solitude became my task,

    No shelter but a grave demand,

    And I must answer, never ask,

    Taking this bridegroom by the hand.

    I moved into my life one day

    In a downpour of leaves in flood,

    I took possession, as they say,

    And knew I was alone for good.
  • Gabriel Galavizfez uma citaçãomês passado
    . That was the original flame. It was good enough, but along the way I mixed it all up. I thought it could heal the world; it could heal me; it could do everything, because I felt so good when I wrote. I took one step ahead of the ordinary good act of writing. I wanted to become successful, noticed, famous, so I could finally get the love and attention I didn’t get as a child.

    I took writing outside writing. I took my life outside life. I wanted to throw it way ahead of me, thinking it would cure something way behind me. “If I get famous, then... ,” “If I get this book finished, then... ,” “If I win this grant, then... ,” “If I get published, then...”

    We need to let writing be writing and let it give us what it gives us in the moment. If we connect with anything in the moment, it frees us of the past, present, and future. We are just there. If we are chopping wood, we are chopping wood; brushing our teeth, brushing our teeth; walking, walking.
  • Juliana Siqueirafez uma citaçãohá 2 anos
    heard it said that the past always catches up with us.
  • Sol Correafez uma citaçãoano passado
    The Politics of Experience,
  • Sol Correafez uma citaçãoano passado
    My Stanford-Binet corrected score (in your terms) is 187, my wife's 205 and my daughter's 193
  • Sol Correafez uma citaçãoano passado
    I've fought four duels. I've killed four times
  • Sol Correafez uma citaçãoano passado
    finally got home with one paw, proof enough (I thought)
  • Sol Correafez uma citaçãoano passado
    the new gentleman assistant
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