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Há 6 dias · Only until this cigarette is ended, A little moment at the end of all, While on the floor the quiet ashes fall, And in the firelight to a lance extended, Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended, The broken shadow dances on the wall, I will permit my memory to recall. The vision of you, by all my dreams attended.
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3 de mai. de 2024 · And You As Well Must Die, Beloved Dust. And you as well must die, beloved dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead; This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head, This body of flame and steel, before the gust. Of Death, or under his autumnal frost, Shall be as any leaf, be no less dead. Than the first leaf that fell,-this wonder fled.
Há 1 dia · My most Distinguished Guest and Learned Friend, The pallid hare that runs before the day. Having brought your earnest counsels to an end. Now have I somewhat of my own to say: That it is folly to be sunk in love, And madness plain to make the matter known, There are no mysteries you are verger of; Everyman's wisdoms these are, and my own.
9 de mai. de 2024 · Ashes Of Life. Eat I must, and sleep I will,-and would that night were here! But ah!-to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike! Would that it were day again!-with twilight near! There's little use in anything as far as I can see. There's this little street and this little house. Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; Eat I must ...
13 de mai. de 2024 · Song Of A Second April. April this year, not otherwise. Than April of a year ago, Is full of whispers, full of sighs, Of dazzling mud and dingy snow; Hepaticas that pleased you so. Are here again, and butterflies. There rings a hammering all day, And shingles lie about the doors;
Há 5 dias · Sonnet 02: Time Does Not Bring Relief; You All Have Lied. Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I say, "There is no memory of him here!" And so stand stricken, so remembering him! Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking.
