"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Friday, July 27, 2012

Abishag...


'When King David was very old, he could not keep warm even when they put covers over him. So his attendants said to him, "Let us look for a young virgin to serve the king and take care of him. She can lie beside him so that our lord the king may keep warm." Then they searched throughout Israel for a beautiful girl and found Abishag, a Shunammite, and brought her to the king. The girl was very beautiful; she took care of the king and waited on him, but the king had no sexual relations with her.'
~ 1Kings 1:1-4 (TNIV)


(Pedro Américo - Davi e Abisag - 1879)
Life lasts too long
Days are exhausting
Nights tedious
Spent alone in cold beds
Between sheets of discontent
Wrapped in blankets of blackness
Dreams filled with unrecognizable memories
Of a life which no longer exists
Who will lift the curtain of despair?
Climb into my bed
Be my Abishag and warm my frozen soul
Bringing heat to my dying body…



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